How I want yr hand to stroke my cheek
Wiping the tears made by solitude
And how I want yr lips to cherish mine
Where are you, my love?
Can I go with you?
As these walls are starting to close in
And become a jail
The silence grows in volumes
In my cell
Could you take me to a forbidden place?
Where you can deflower me
In a state of pure love
As we eat the apple of sacred knowledge
Protecting us from the poison of ignorance
But you are unknown to me
I look for you in bars and seedy motels
Every night as I drink my fabled wine
I end up empty without love
Waking up before dusk
To try it once more
Sunday, February 21, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: despair,solitude