I would have searched for you by now,
My LOVE, my sweet.
Searching for your mouth
upon my breast …
You would have found me
running barefoot
through the night streets.
We would have found our love
for thrice we met before:
Delivering boxes of vegetables
to the needy in town,
Standing at a bar beckoning me,
“Belly Up and have a drink.”
I took the drink and took you home
where you’ve stayed all these years.
I have no wont nor want
I have not satisfied.
I dedicate myself to the arts…
and loving you.
(First published 2/19/12)
