Up, close and personal Yearnings of a Longing & Introverted mind

 

 Friction

I saw the picture of a ghost today

it was a memento of a fair and pained soul's deathday

and it might have been a blasphemy the fact

that the face burned me and shook me so

because it looked just like your reflection

and it is so pathetic, that pictures are the only connection

I have with you - would you consider? to be my bitter-

-sweet substitute for my disowned cigarettes?

I'm dying to inhale your breath and keep you in my lungs

and resign my life and all my little moments to your taste.

You can spark up my purposeless decaf and accompany

my gallons of hot and steamy tea; I'll scream my plea

if it'll turn you on and make you say yes.

Pardon my intrusion, I'm taking off my shoes and coming in,

it's just that I have this solid feeling causing my heart friction,

that we can be each other's forever and ideal addiction.