no strings attached.
a deal sealed between lips
never words
its funny
maybe even ironic
that it was in feeling
nothing
that felt the most
attached to the limbs that never bear name
just breath
sweat
skin
physically present
but never there
a ghost
only there at night
to whisper
fulfill all desires
chased away by the morning sun
long before taunting shadows could be created
on wednesdays
rested in bed
marked by sweat and touch
while
someone paints over
my masterpiece





















