A Sleepy Heart Poem by Je'free Y .

This is your reality of temporary lovers -
Wear a lipstick. Put your heels on,
And make out with your first stranger
Who will only use you. You drive to the next,
Kiss, and he just uses you again,
Until you yourself are adapting to that system.
For every new face, usage haunts you anywhere.

Years go by. The search is a wearisome
Activity in your heart. Your mind is a sponge,
Absorbent, not yet the wilted flower
In an ancient garden of stubborn weeds.
Someone's sweat blends with your skin
A scent lingers from your neck to your breasts.

You meet, talk, and by the end of the connection,
You drive home charging it to experience -
Another dinner, another wisdom,
Until you have reached the level of self-respect.
After the nth house, the spirit is panting.
Take time off alone in the shadows of your room.
Whisper a prayer of gratitude for learning.
The night brings rest, closer to true love.