Lies, all lies
Sometimes in the dark, I can still see the outline of you next to me, haunting me like a phantom. I can see the curve of you as my eyes adjust to the blackness. Sometimes.

The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and I remember how I felt the time I stuck a wet finger in a light socket during my youth just to see how it would feel. You still course through me. Charging me up.

I want to reach out and touch your naked back, the part I always found most alluring on a woman, sexy with a promise of the naughty yet leaving the rest to my imagination...for now. I want to reach out but don't want to ruin the illusion that you're still really here next to me. Don't want the vision to fade.

Fuck me I can still smell you. Still taste you on my lips. My tongue.

You were the only one I ever made love to with my soul, as useless as it is luv.

I remember being sticky wet from you. I remember the way you made me feel free.

All that's left now is one part memory, one part dream. One part fantasy, one part cold, stark reality. The last part has the most teeth. Sharp and jagged and hungry.

So the condemned man lays here in the pitch teasing his heart while his senses play tricks on him. Seeing things that are not there. No longer. A trick of smoke and mirrors.

Sometimes in the dark, I can see the outline of you next to me.

It's a lie.

(c)Shawn J. Douglas 2009