How I Miss Him (2000)

The Flame twists his body
stretching up for air
then he goes low in me
into the cave of my despair
He consumes my being...
          ...picking me slowly apart...
...with his love making...
          ...ethereal ecstacy...
...leaves a gaping hole...
          ...when the morning comes...
...and he is gone...
My body shivers,
sweat runs down my brow
finding its way to the corner of my
blue lips, tasting sweet somehow.
I wake up and the cage seems less tangible to me;
how strong can ghosts of memories weave captivity?
As night finds me once more alone in my bed
delusion gives way to cold clarity in my head
with a merciless blow:
The mind is a dungeon of strength titanium will never know.