You tell me there is fire between my legs that sets your soul ablaze My fire yearns to quench And I imagine you to be true In the middle of work cacophony And when I return To a homeless apartment, through lonely sidewalks and ghastly silences. In brief escape, I still beg you to take me in trance When you pick up my broken remains in tight embraces. I imagine you to be true And feel the love tranquilizers amidst cut throat emotions At 3 a.m mid sleep I imagine the damp smell of your shirt Startled, I wake up But why is there a hole in my heart?
the rantings of solitude