pointless shooting star

A Poem by R. Bagby

blind hope

I hope I can find a woman that can tolerate me one day
With fire I need her eyes but a kuth soul
One that's thin but gluttonous in her ambition
One that I can hold tight and can lift and bear hug to my chest
And tell her with sincerity that I'll always be a formidable partner
In these disastrous tragedies we call our lives
I want to have the eyes to f**k her and make love from when we're thirty
And still discovering kinks at sixty
I want our dialogue to mimick sonnets
I want our understanding of one another to be twin like
I want to fulfill my life through fulfilling another's concurrently
And still mourn on our last day as though the time was too short
In our physical form.