Intimate Slang

Daytime ghosts

Windows bring light that exhales a dead-end world

Softest intentions drown to sleep at the bottom of shallow wells

Neon memories bubble to life the static scores that bodies hide

Mouthed confessions of loveless intimacy that knows no swirls of radiance

Soft embrace of the life above from the cold souls that swim below

Hugless lovers reclining in the bleak blue edges of summer lights hung on horizons

That never knew the scores composed from names that never met

Fainted in pleasures unknown to sender as the tape decks click B-sides search for depth

Tears for two at an empty diner booth that is abandoned along travels to far off destinations

Reservations for taped confessions of vows never thought, as the food comes shared aloud

Relief by numbers in collections of good vibes, better company and lives well lived

High tides come and go as wells stagnate the fishtank below