Perhaps.

With cheekbones so deceiving,
A luscious lifestyle all along.
Lost in a promenade of pillows and quilts.

With lips so veteran,
Suspended by a mirage of memories.
Nauseating motel scents.

With skin so soft,
Youth almost a myth.
Tears under the shower.

With wrists so delicate,
Standing naked in reflection.
Dancing in solitude.

With eyes so mischievous,
Contemplating perilous words.
Stuffed olives and gin.

With a mind so ragged,
Priorities unnumbered.
Slumber of turbulent dreams.

Craving a touch of warmth,
Relentless frustration.
Perhaps the search must cease.

Perhaps...




...you should disappear.

Jude.

Fingers cold,
Face tarnished.

Cum stained jeans,
Far from perfection.

Silhouetted feelings,
Dismantled emotions.

Lost in the music,
Living in the reality.

Dignity non-existent,
Morality vanished.

Wisdom intact,
Maturity moderated.

Tainted skin,
Yet, far from imperfection.

Fingers numb,
Face, now, a delusion.