John Duarte

Inside those eyes
staring back at
me
trance dream
your lips fit mine
in
mind dance
always found it hard
to describe those
feelings
being beside you
desires of youth
set loose
found each other
on that humid night
mexican fire
in my arms
i’d hold for a
hundred lifetimes
your lips on mine

Already too late
you’ve
been a ghost
for awhile
won’t matter
what needs to be
said
haunts me
the bottles all of them
are empty
a few drinks
in memory
i’m
here twisted inside
already too late
breakdown
in
darkrooms
i lost all reason

Agony hidden
beneath the beauty
any other notions
misleading
absolute in its
creation
an invisible quote
“            “
to believe
in
that urgency you
feel in the room
tangible
in the air you’ll
breathe
i’ll pause to listen
to your voice
one last time
preserved in the
left behind