slow smoke v1

the loneliness shivers in volumes tonight,
inside us, inside each other warm body,
in a crowded cafe teeming with laughter,
of coffee steam, cigarette smoke,
i spin lazily with all the unholy air,
upwards into the windless night sky,
bringing death to world,
sigh upon sigh.

i fall back to this desecration of the night,
i find you in the center of this lazy storm,
mumbles and cellphone hymns and crass music,
i could feel you unlike the way
i could see you, smell you, hear you, taste you -
none of that - i only feel you
like feeling you is the only thing in the world.

dear, i was loneliness of the unquestionable kind,
where else could one feel ultimately lonely
but in this center of night trashing,
- a one big pretense of un-loneliness -
but then i knew you, and you are the loneliness
i have so longed to know.

and the loneliness heaves a tide of trembles my way,
i sense you in the eye of this techno storm,
i need not see you, hear you, smell you, taste you -
i love you already.

2007.jul.23