October Skies Poem by Eli Medina

†My thoughts have grown weary my beard has growing long, thinking of nothing to say, but my pin cuts through the night, my thoughts begin to free fall, that old familiar face back in my thoughtless thoughts...guess it's that time of the season getting closer to †October Sky's† when thoughts of you arise, feeling like Christmas night bundled warm in that old cold skin, but when she speaks to me her voice is as sweet as candy, with those lips of lust you've kissed my soul...
Then you held your breath, then you disappeared†

†And they say not to dwell on the things we can't have, still sometimes late at night I dream of you... and there you are just like before†