To be without you...

Means nothing to want
Attention.
Seemingly I am jaded
My eyes are Abyssinians’
Searching for red laser
Points
On the walls,
On pedestrian faces,
For none will
Ever do,
But to be without you
Means I am
Nothing.   Wanting  
Attention
Nothing     Wanting
You.
Are you in them rivers?
In those herds?
These lakes of
                     Lips
Kissing the silences of melancholy?
Means nothing
To want,
You’re poetry
Feeling much much more
Than

Pedestrian.