Sleepwalk

The streetlights gleam

in the freezing night - and

through my irises.

Which are painted

by the haziness

of a breath.

The deflowering nature; touched

by numb hands of winter.

This being the season

where everyone escapes

from me.

Sensing the anxiety of action –

I remain unmoved.

Though knuckles turning 

white

from the lack of blood

in my veins.

Feeling the icing pavement

beneath my naked feet.

Knowing;

that they are obliged

to the treaded dreams

behind my eyes.

Again, this night –

I allow my thoughts to soar

beyond the imaginable.

Into an inhumane universe

Of death -

a parallel to nightmares.

Hence;

My sleepwalk

And;

Your kiss goodbye.