I don’t exist!
(even though, I am
pretty good at lying)
Shepherd’s son, knows nothing.
Yes, I do know you, and I am the same.
The only thing separating us too,
are the drugs we inject in our veins.
Life is easy.
It was, at least.
My friend described the way he buried him under the moonlight; A white dog, buried under the bright– full moon light; He cried.
Nah, they won’t come.
Skin to skin, bone to bone, breath to breath–
eye to eye
we barely see…
I move through the notion of love
and unaware of this,
the fake idea of it moves through me.
light breaks in my eyelids and jumps
covering every spore of your skin;
taking a bath
under the stench, the sweat