The Taste Of The Floor

The taste of the floor reminds me of the skin

that leaves me in oceans of my soul

without a shore

So alone

so we'll hold

those barren bodies

bereft of any soul

to get back what

the "middle of the nights" stole:

the forgetting feeling of feeling whole

But the loneliness

of our togetherness

creates an empty nest

for the emptiness

freezing in this chest

So can you make me feel good?

make me feel complete?

help me return to a dream of love

worth more than

dirt and meat