Brian Kumpf
Within the realm of creativity and ingenuity, I seek to craft moments and stories that resonate to human experiences. Laces out, we’ve got a long road ahead.
In Your Presence
In your presence, all I can ponder is the absence
of love I desperately crave.
My swelled heart echos pangs of desire and pleasance.
Stark silence crashes in waves.
And your disdain lets me know, my fervent love dies in vain.
Herein I will dispose of my withered love,
one which was never able to bloom.
Soaked in languid gloom, and undeserving of
your desiderata. How I long, to be your favorite sonata.
Your lips plant me sullen kiss, yet I cannot come to grip
the reality of life without your touch.
There’s no rush, no more lust, only the crush of the pink slip.
You’ve fallen effortlessly through my clutch.
My love dies with no glory, Pour me a scotch, as lonely men watch.