Letter to No One~Part Two

Man, I've got words
coming out my ears
and still nothing to write.
Some things only music
can decipher.
Words after all,
are just letters on a page,
strung-together
much like you were
strung out
hung out
dried out
burned out.

God I hate this shit.
Get your self righteous finger
out of me
knuckle deep
in accusations
it was you,
not I
who left
you,
who could
never silence
the fear within

I get it,
really, I do..
I was young,
a hot piece
of ass.
What??
We both know
it's true.
I could hang
with the boys,
get that creativity
flowing..
I was your drug
of choice
when nothing else
would do.

The moment we met
we entered into
a force field
which no one
could penetrate.
Long before
our lips
demolished doubt
our faces held the
truth
words stolen
before we had
a chance
to speak.

Breathless
you moved me
with one look,
one innocent touch,
fingertips
brushing an arm,
tapping out a rhythm
on bare kneecaps.
For months
we made love
without touching,
without speaking
dancing,
pas de deux
with eyes alone.

Mid-July a heatwave
rolled in
and the gang
rolled out
bare skin
stuck to
leather seats
of battered
trucks,
arms snared
around waists
'canyon carving'
along river road
anxious to
quench our thirst.