The elusive Alex
Whose mouth causes that good ache
The kind one thinks of late in the night
When no one else is present
When the house is quiet
And you can finally sit alone with your thoughts

The elusive Alex
Whom will never be caught
Whom doesn’t need to be caught
Unsettled as a permanent solution to that feeling in the gut
Perhaps the search is the point

I only like broken
I only like the imperfect