i went home

my face in the mirror is wanton,
bare scraps of paint
but a face that's love's imitate
two red, red lips
cheeks sans rouge
but bearing the poppy's bloom.
tonight,
i am asking questions
trying to find
a connection
something to incur
love's start.
i have found
men are cold bedfellows
when you're trying to pour out your heart.
but the ones who loved me
held me tight through their sleep
like they didn't want to let go.
well,
he is stretched out,
sleeping great cat
with his widespread back...
never had it so
good
as that.

now i know
what it's like
to be the one awake
and alone.
so i got out of bed
pulled on my coat
and went home.

Reviews

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Wow. This is a narrative that had me hooked from the beginning.
I felt like I stepped into the mind of another person...
a critical thinking person.