hands tremble then
recede

like my body’s
braille

of language
failed

to mend intent
unsaid.

friend dearest reaches for
my hand on
stroll

and it’s a little
hard to
hold

hope when not
in control
of

the price of
gold.

sinking stripped
down-

splayed on couch
in mind,

vacant pleasures
at hand-

still feel it when
imagined..

you were here
tucked
into
me

like love note
used to
read.

ride me like the
longshot
in

a one horse
race-

still fails to
place.