April 4, 2012

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.