phantom bodyheat

restless dogs

in the night

tit-tit-tit...

toenails

like high heels

going up stairs

in a doll's house.

where are you 

?

right now.

so quiet

with your bones

and secret dreams.

i'd like to see

your unfamiliar cheek

smashed

against

bedsheets.

i shiver

bare 

in my skin.

too tired to rest.

i often hope

a note of love

will be found

carefully written

for me-

perhaps folded

and tucked

into the spokes

of 

my

silly colored

bike.

a scavenger hunt

that never ends

with not a single

clue

of 

you.