Wandering

whispering hands

The streets are filled with the clamor of silence,
As I walk arm in arm with the memory of you.
I'd shed an ocean of tears, to break upon my soul,
If only what I wanted was for real; to be had..
I'd give my arms and drown in sorrow if it'd help,
If these things would abolish my fits of fear.

Instead I hold my mind on the palm of my hand,
And stare blank as paper into the wild distances.
I shiver in the heat of longing for your nothingness,
Clothed in nakedness, baring my hearty teeth.
I scream a whisper, and wretch in joy as I see you,
Holding her handsome face to yours; I keep wandering...

Wandering.
Wandering..