I SEEM TO MISS YOUR TOUCH

chimney has coughed up longings and black smoke

chair by the fire, sweaty glass, my hand

dusk played some blues while windows wept with rain

my G and T sedately kissed me cool

I traced your love

when flames burst bluE

dissented ice cubes spat out croaky cries

keyhole oozed out that grey inflated darK

it clamped itself beneath my feet like rug

I replayed velvet kisses of your hands

under my nails      

seeped lonely hue

truth grazed my palms

a drop of blood

BUBBLE BURST