Uncertainty can often
blur your surroundings.
Unclear.
The map is always there,
the lines signify the path
you need to follow.
You simply have to find
the direction.
It is all in your hands.
© 2017 j.g. lewis
No light no longer
No longer young
Decommissioned ship in the harbor
Eleven floors down
Elegant still
Naked then on twisted hotel sheets
Restless as a taxicab
Sunday night in July
A night
Following a day following a night
Sunlight not once disturbing the
Prurient darkness of air-conditioned anonymity
Mascara-streaked pillowcase
Necktie carelessly discarded on the carpet
Slender fingers
Nicotine-stained
Nervously twisting through unkempt hair
Glamorous yesterday
Bedhead now
Give me space
First give me a light
Deceit sticks to the skin in the ugliest manner
Like humidity
Her husband is on the phone
I’ll step out
But can’t
Walk away
©2015 j.g. lewis