Saturday, July 9, 2016

Where should I hide you, my love,
now that the goodbyes are told
and the moist kisses have dried?
To which wind's abandon
should I let my heartstrings fly
now that you have set it free to conquer
other provinces of desire?
At least leave me with a street's name
where I can park my pain and strew my words
which streetdogs can sniff and taste and
curl in on moonless nights.