Holes

I like to dig holes,
penetrating dimples
coming out of the skies.
pleasent little cavities
consisting of withdrawl
and lies.

I like to dig holes,
gouging out
lament lacunas
in my love between
me, you, and my existence.

I like to dig holes
that make me fall so deep,
and hit the bottom
so hard and so humane.

I like to dig holes
and crawl fondly
into the abyss
and rest in it's anonymity.

I like to dig holes,
depressions in my life
from decisions not made
to live without holes.

Let me fall from the heavens
with tears of relief.