I'm sick
Sick in love
With no one
And my being
Wishes to flow
Tangle together
In some unknown
Singeing cracking tone
Conjuring this lovely sol
Heated and fully clothed
Out of reach and so close
The exotics that evilly ghost 
With whispers mind-shot away
And sensory thieve, tiptoes around
To the sweet sound of eclipsing sheen
And to such noun: no person place or thing
I awake from my desperate desolate dreams
And count backward toward a couple lost days
When I fumbled my love and crumpled down, down
This swift and shady slope, tasting the pittance in my throat
Swallowing the mess, but choking with cry. Alone. Oh so alone