03/20/04

Back at the college, and the sun has set. Glad to be alone. Finally with my thoughts. I stare at my sandled feet under the light as the bugs crawl past a cigarette butt that makes me want to cry. I want to go back to Venice, but not back to the boy. I want to go back to Davis, but not my broken heart. I want to go back home, but where is it now?
It's becoming Summer, it's late and it's still warm.
Hello my darling.

You are my element
and you wrap me in your arms
as I breathe in deep, your scent.

Summer scent that makes me real
and I can feel
every inch of my own skin
breathing in
that summer scent.

My skin is wild for that scent
that warm scent that melts the Winter's ice
that warm scent that leads me home.
Perhaps a poem,
perhaps a daydream.

But it's so real
in my nose
and I can feel
it on my skin.

I want to go out
the door's right there.

Let me go.

I miss that scent,
my element.

Goodnight carpet, goodnight walls, goodnight bed, goodnight roof.
Hello moon, hello grass, hello air, hello breath.