pain

whence cometh this pain
swelling into the stillness
of surging emotion;
a heavy silence
that lingers forever

my words

my words are empty

shells with no emotion

each a little prison

with no message

pieces

invisible pieces
of you
float like feathers
each one
a different colored
emotion

opium

she comes on

like a lover

searching my soul

for her emotion, whispering

for me

to fade

with her embrace

dreams

often i dream about work

with emotion churned

into abstract confection

and i have strange visions

about strange things

as do you

many of them sexual

some of you

but, what do physicians

of private parts dream of

loss

emotion humbled the atmosphere
an incompatible perfume
for each reckoning man
bathing every sculpted face
with deep lines, and
charted interpretation of loss