: About Me

Love is a Hole... They all want me In bars In cafes On long walks to the farmer's market At the gym At parties Even the men at work. And occasionally I give in On behalf of hormones Or my ego nagging for a contact high Or just because I want a set of solid arms Wrapped around me In the middle of a dark And unfilled night That clings like cellophane To the death of Another unsigned soul Often, it is the booze. But Once they have me I am no longer desired I am a star shooting across the sky That disappears And dies upon re entrance I am reduced to an occasional nod The muted whisper as I wal...