emptiness

my emptiness is a cold, cold woman
she walks like milk hitting the glass,
smooth and fluid, seeping even the hidden spots.
beads of moisture collect – this silly, chilling thing.

my woman, my emptiness.
and she expands like a sweet, wet wine on forever carpet.
inching through the tumbled fibers, invasive.
exhausting because she’s so persuasive.

eyes like midnight. looking through them,
i hit the black sea of eternity. i set sail through her gaze
without horizons, moving feels like standing still.
am i only standing still?

i am upright in my white room life, my emptiness woman on the floor
her hair an ebbing intrusion, surrounding my feet.
her scent floats to expand the tiles – bittersweet.
i am drowning in it.

this harsh woman fills me like a neon dream –
the cheap whore in a hotel room to get past the night.
i melt into the silky thighs, running forever.
to get past the night.

my emptiness is a cold woman,
and i am the butchered man.