Mind

You are always on my mind
even when you're not adhesive
you release thoughts into the atmosphere
a catalogue of moans and hypnotic tones
trailing me around this pulverized town
only a few more hours before I slip
under your narcotic haze
squeezing the night into the day
I come to you
all elegantly ruffled and eagerly doused
with the pang of good intentions
if you're not here when I get back
I certainly hope so.