No love in my desire for you
Recollection of your body
Hopes of touch
Prophecy not meant for fulfillment
Do not look for me
I have basked in drunken cruelty
Searching for the promises of my youth
I call him-I recollect his features
Rose lips and flirtation’s anticipated kiss
Destruction in poverty, but in his kiss
I bask in his voice of ‘what if’
Sensibility points at you,
But it is him I look for across the street