in the quiet of the midnight hour
twisting and turning in my itchy bed
i long to hear giggles and gentle words
yet all i hear is the sizzling rain
outside my lonely door
with closed eyes, i see angelic faces
the curve of cheeks dappled by a touch of pink
and the depths of comforting smiles
opening my eyes, i await slow focus…
just the clock upon my bedroom wall
in the abyss of frustration, i masturbate
to figures in the reflection of my mind
alas, sickening depression proceeds climax
i run to the bathroom and wipe it away
sticky embarrassment won’t rub clean
imaging the nectar of wanderlust kisses
i lick my dry lips tasting nothing
save stray bits of toothpaste and the salt of a tear
streamed down the windows of my garbled face
who’ll sooth the sizzling rainHouston, Texas ‘81
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