Tenor-saxamaphone

My life is a peice of Pie, sweet and delicious with her on the plate beside me, empty when she is not there. Though the empty plate causes physical strife, the hunger only makes me enjoy her more when she is served again.

Your breath is nonexistent on my neckline Your hands are withdrawn and already placed On the back of her burly shoulders Comforting and caring that once belonged to me Is now hers to enjoy And I am left with the stale taste of isolation Upon my arid tongue, tight barren lips And an abandoned sense of reality As I wretchedly search for a way to remember What your body looked like With my mouth drawn over you In your first moments of forbidden pleasure That was sheltered in blankets of denouncements for so long But I cannot So I turn away with not the taste of isolation But new beginnings Of basking in a topical sun that brings

There is a picture of you posted online purple shirt bow in hand smiling so sweetly with big round rosy cheeks that had never before been kissed by my lips. There is a picture of you beside my bed large cheesy grin definite brown eyebrows perfect dark hair and sparkly bluish eyes with a body that had never before been grazed by my tongue. There is a picture of you held inside a digital camera you're smiling once more you arm is extended to snap the picture of your round face and clear-cut features that have now felt my touch. There is a picture of you embedded in my head of your body underneath me light pushes the

Comprehension that as I add moments to my existence I no longer receive the nurturing and understanding my being still requires nothing I need is prearranged it is bought, stolen or fought for by myself simple emotions my survival depends on become more scarce as each breath I draw appallingly keeps me alive. Like a monster tucked deep within a closet buried under clothing and trinkets or beneath a dusty unkempt bed the feelings that destroy me are veiled; an enemy masquerading as a friend triumph and consideration which are in truth malfunction and discontent of judgements and verdicts within the unpromising territor