*
those brief moments, not enough to count

My eyes thirst for a glimpse of you

the year has passed, boring and listless. i have rain but not you

no contact. no contact at all.

do you think of me? just a little? in my veins there's no one but you.

in this city of millions, where do you dwell?

*

a fever beats in my head, a drum unceasingly calling your name. the ghost burn of your fingers. the rare smile, the dark liquid eyes.
do you remember my name? did i ever tell you?

i hope to linger on your memory, a flash of bare shoulder and a sly smile

i want no one else. and so i dream my life away. alone. bitter. longing

for someone who has no care, no claim. no contact.

such is the way we fall, on our knees. i, proud and cold and uncaring, felled by a want that never fades.

thy will be done.