My red mistress

Her luscious full lips press forcefully against mine
and I will never be the same again.
I yearn for her touch;
her warmth pouring down my throat;
encapsulating my entire being.

My sad head aches - my pour heart breaks.
Her jubilant nature is replaced with scorn and taunting.
What did I do wrong?
I drink of your nature
and dance and laugh and love
and then
and then
and then
I cry and mourn and hold my head in my hands.
The pain is too much for me.
Why must I love you so, when you visit this retribution on me?
Is it for my over-indulgence?

But your lips, they taste so sweet, like candy,
when pressed against mine.
I can't imagine another lover.
My only red mistress
flowing through my fingertips.
Pour over me and lose myself in you.
And I am gone.

There's nowhere to go; no where to go.

Wind whistles through my hair and all else is silent.
I'm lost and cold and alone.
Where am I?
Wilderness extends around me and I have lost my way.
Where do I go from here?
Spinning in circles till nothing seems familiar anymore;
I'm dizzy and disoriented
and nothing is the same
for me.
Any
More.
I lose myself in the darkness encapsulating my house -
my small home in the big wide emptiness of
of
of
of you and me and everyone.

shhhhhh
all else is silence and waiting and misery.
It'll be the first of the worst.
I didn't realize.

Slow it down - it's easier than me.
Easier for me.