Disappointed disorder of contentment
Nobody orders love
Love is not content
Commitment does not disappear
Her perky lips, distracting
Caressed in red
Slim-fit hoods no more

Delicate lips grip smiles
A wistful taunting has no more
Miles beyond mile
Wishful thinking beyond my cornea
Droopy volatile apnea
Filled lips without me
Her heart rides continuously

I smile to sad love songs
Because this love falters on me
Along Abiding Bits
Instead of Elated “Adore Me”(s)