my dear...kopi

Somewhere someone is thinking of you.
Someone is calling you an angel.
This person is using celestial colors to paint your image.
Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful
that it can only live in the mind.
Someone is thinking of the way your breath
escapes your lips when you are touched.
How your eyes close and your jaw tightens
with concentration as you give pleasure a home.
These thoughts are saving a life somewhere right now.
In some airless apartment on a dark,
urine stained, whore lined street
someone is calling out to you silently and y
ou are answering without even being there.
So crystalline. So pure. Such life saving power when you smile.
You will never know how you have cauterized my wounds.