Naked

Naked

I am naked here without you.

Does that turn you on?

But this is not a love song.

This is a fear song, a weird song,

A 'while you are over there' song

An 'I’ll see you soon, I hope' song

A 'cross to bear and rope' song

And an 'I am naked here' song

Because somewhere between then and now,

I habituated you. Comfortably situated in my brainstem.

I barbiturated you; way past the point of addiction.

Track marks running through my

Aching arms, swelling and subsiding

Depending on my mood.

But I don't care what condition

This has left me in, let me just relax

In reminiscence.

Maybe this is a love song.

Stronger than fiction, coincidences existing

Just to point out the obvious:

I am obviously smitten.

And I miss my kitten. Tit-for-tat skipping back

And forth missing each other by minutes:

listen, I’m kissing your image in mind and in my mission

Yes this is a love song.

Contradiction to earlier diction dismissing this poem

as the bitching of lonely leprechaun’s intension

Without his pot of gold,

as I had originally thought was brought to be tol

--but, ah, how the plot twists!

As your image manifests gold in my moldy cortex

And instead I am blessed and emboldened by

This cold air of the evening, though it makes my chest shiver,

It sends rivulets of considerable energetic twitter

Throughout my skin as it shimmers from within:

Just thinking about you.

Tonight I was drinking without you, a six-pack purchased to share with you,

But... I can’t drink for two…

Obviously. For I am just one without you, and six is more than 3

but I couldn’t Sayv1 or even take five to break stride,

Next to you there's nothing quite like a cold one for comfort…

Then the room spun, and I was soon done.

I love you, hun.

And this poem has consumed the mundane

Effects of some lame attempts to escape the drone

Of silence with you gone,

Because when I stop talking, its a mute tone...

...and isolation has not been in our lexicon,

What a 'strange turn of events' kind of song.

As soon as you come back, then I’ll be gone.

And on and on. Day and night, moons and suns,

to think I 'never knew you' once,

and now in your absence I might come undone.

I’m naked here without you.

Does that turn you on?

---Sayv1

12:31am June 12th, 2009