under the influence

Undercover in the dark
I type out a romantic note
into space where there are no answers.
Later on down the week...
Comfortably sweating against a prickly pair,
I debate my heart's impulse to
break the dam, because hesitation
is not attractive, or passionate,
nor a place I want to be.
Why then?
Because,
"how many red flags does it take to start a fire?"

sometimes bad dreams

Your cousin called me after you had been missing from my life for a week.
A cryptic note during that time revealed your inability to handle even a low-maintenance
situation.
18 bands had your imaginary attention, while mine was on your wife singing to me in
the front yard of a home that I would never be a part of.
And a few strange moments later, I had blisters everywhere you had ever touched me.
My face was almost unrecognizable.