Broken crutch

My body craves rest on this silent night

my thoughts are racing

the Milky Way is trapped behind thick clouds

Frustration torments me

as I lay in the darkness alone

the only time I have ever felt at home

was in that soft place so deep inside of you

The only time I ever felt safe

was while being held by you

calmed and reassured by your sweet caress

Your soft fingertips would glide from

the nape of my neck to my shoulders

and so often end up buried deep in my thick hair

Sometimes boundaries are crossed

and needed bridges are torched

and sometimes there is just no going back

And we hold on to precious memories

filled with pleasures of good times

pleasant days and remarkable nights

To balance foul reminisces

distasteful experiences, unfair realities

and vain imaginations

Vivid, insane and or graphic

as they may or may not be