March 2, 2011

its only when you are not here

it is only when
you are not here
i remember
what it is i miss
about the times
you are here
with me
i breathe nostalgia
like it is pheromones
you left on my pillow
the warm light
of afternoons
spent languishing
on skin
we saturated
in wanderlust
it is always
so easy to be
anywhere near you
lingering scent
on a pillow case
soft upon my skin
just my memories
of you laughing
with me

1 comment:

  1. Lucas... you are amazing in so many ways. Your art, poetry, photography (which is in and of itself art...) I look forward to working with you again and again and again.