The Past

Lying in the field reading poetry. Jet black hair,cropped short , with sparkles. I'm enticed,sweet voice is now only a memory. No bitterness, only deep shadows,I live inside. It was a home,now its a hovel. Sleep is where I can see you now.Sleep I long for sleep to wrap its warmth. I live there too. Entitled,but I dwell in it. I cant breath there anymore. My house is empty without you. I need to dream you .. Dream you fast and dream you hard... The windows are broken,those neighbors with their rocks. I close my eyes and feel your hot hands touching me. Its gray hair, its no hair, whats in a decade.....................