Passion Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

Yes yo were my passion

my secret passion

following the sensuality of you flesh

your perfume

my reason for living

wishfull thinking

numbing the truth

bouncing

in the forest finding direction to xanadu

the envy invading me savagely

when i thought you were with another man, that you breathed

and yes it was true

now i numb the truth with a smoke

waiting for another train

my hands run through the water

drunk on beauty

with another woman,

like seagulls