"Dirty Photos And Dream Catchers"

"Dirty Photos And Dream Catchers"

Dreamt about you last night.
Yeah I know: Fancy that, right?
Went back some years
To our umbrella under moonlight,
Our favorite spot to eat late night
And long embraces met by sunlight.

I really miss that.
I guess I did act
Like it would surely leave me.
I know it's never that easy.

Not when thoughts of you
That were once among the few
That used to vex me daily
Are now all that soothes the ailing;
The sailing of a soul
Across an ocean of mediocrity;
Gentle winds yet choppy waters.
Diving in won't purge hypocrisy;
So I try to stay afloat
Until I reluctantly land
Into the cold lap of lovers;
Bound to slip through their hands.

Perception resembles chain links:
Joined at the arms without hands,
Pulled from both ends as it stands,
Intertwined in a much larger plan,
Forever bound by intricate means.
No deliberate charge of contact;
But our heartstrings coil in unison
So far away yet still intact.

That was my daydream.
I felt your touch;
But you were so far away.
It was such a rush
To say it was just mid day.
I could taste you
Yet I never faced you.
Lines I couldn't trace through.

Stuck there in my chair
With thoughts of you straddling me.
Two hands full of your hair
As we engage in battle playfully.
I willingly lose this tussle
As I succumb to thigh muscle.
This is too much to contain;
But you know I love the pain.

It was just a familiar strain.
Nothing real for me to gain.
Just a lonely closed office
And garments riddled with stains.

It's almost too dangerous to think.
I must sever these chain links;
But I'm on the fence instead.
To this day, you remain in my head.

Sent you a text a few hours ago.
Was headed to our spot.
Wondered if you wanted to go.
Hoped that you were in town.
Not like you'd come around.
We both had our convictions,
But my addiction tracks you down.
I need serious help.

Found those explicit photos.
They lay beneath some socks.
Small memorials to concealed lust.
I kept the keys to those locks.
Said I'd engulf them in flames,
But I remember pet names.
Said I'd cut them into pieces,
But this host still harbors leeches.

Told you I have a problem.
Try as I may,
I relive our past every night
And dash my future during the day;
But I've planned my getaway.
It's foolproof. It never fails.
Nocturnal musings that come my way
Will follow what hangs from this nail.

I'll sleep good tonight.
No cottonmouth or cold sweat.
No bed sheets left sticky and wet.
No lustful mind struggling with regret…

But thoughts are still in my head.
Daily tents are pitched in my bed.
I still haven't changed the locks.
I mailed you what was under the socks…

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz