of late they haunt me
and i welcome the torture
i play, with them
, sit and smile
the pretense of friendship
i am no innocent
oh lord knows im not
the haunting
the daunting
the nightmares
-disguised as dreams
i welcome them with open arms

the candle light low
the clothes, what clothes?
lens, off
sheets on
the music,
the shyness; blush
thats all gone
and the woman comes out to play

i see:
sheets
skin
a nightstand cradling a camera to sleep,
this shall be done in chalk
but its much more that that
we need something bold
because
this,
this is an eruption of souls

oil pastels maybe
nice and slick
thick
bold and daring
bright
beautiful
majestic

Complete.