I need
...but have been too long alone
untouched by desire
the presumption of love
in joints of dust –the lame of lust
So...
Unseen
Years creep by
Silent, numb
No one remembers
who I was
Raising my eyes
to the window—
–a flock of sparrows rise as one
into a gray sky
of mind
Beauty left by the back door of day
unnoticed in fading light
A dull ache
is all