Standing in front of an empty auditorium

Standing in front of an empty auditorium,
a blank movie screen,
the grand canyon,
naked, hard as a rock,
yet looking down,
nothing.
Looking out at
a blank stare of forever.

There's that quietness,
late, late at night,
that's so comforting
& coldly numb
You hear the distance racing by.
You feel a star's solar wind against your bare skin.
You close your eyes to see better and
attempt to move but
trepidation.

You've locked eyes for ten hot minutes,
wanting,
go in to kiss and
puff!
The moments gone.
Desire never happened.
You're touching that one,
soft part of the inner thigh.
Dared to move up,
asked to indulge.
When you move,
it's like corse bark
on the log left out of the fireplace.
The heat died out and
eveyones been asleep for hours.

Bucketlist advice be damned!
never waste a Boner *cough*
In a lone apartment,
with the trains rushing by,
I grab my resolve,
and I
Scream and Yell!
And I
beat at the walls,
and I
push through the door,
into,
nothing.

It might be a long,
yet likely short,
tunnel where I
and a bunch of
echoing me's
want to go running out
to escape these frigid confines.
But where's the light?
Where's the embrace of knowledge?

I loved!
I fought for the fuck!
I moved from beginning to end with
sprinkles of relationships,
smatterings of emotions,
and for what?
This baby set adrift?!
Damn the torpedo!
Wasted hardons them all.

For as I lay here.
I seek that quiet.
I wish that moments nonmoving
with a bodies emptiness,
and a hardness that's soft.
Now, to share that struggle
might just fill up an empty auditorium
and I'd see more
than nothing.