354.

They are focused on
distant horizons while I
remain locked in dreams.

353.

Too often I am
seduced by melancholy
instead of people.

352.

Every time you speak
of love, my heart's anchor drops
clear through my stomach.

351.

She tilts her face up,
eternal coquette that just
reads as desperate.

350.

That damp grasp, reaching
out from the dark to grasp my
flesh makes my soul crawl.

349.

My pale flesh, dressed in
the tender vision of a
long-held neurosis.

348.

Drifting along a
hollow-eyed future dream that
mirrors a drug haze.

347.

The weight of that stare
sears me like a brand. Knowing,
full of ownership.

346.

The guile needed to
woo me are those already
possessed and ignored.

345.

The moon calls me out
to dance in surrender of
her slow seduction.

344.

Oh, to be floating
right now, off in the turquoise
arms of a lost sea.

343.

Can it be any
wonder that people are cruel
with such loneliness?

342.

The press of bodies
when busy are often the
only touch some get.

341.

The soft breeze of air
when someone passes close by,
so gently lingers.