It comes in waves
like a siren’s call
to reach out to him
and if I wait long enough
an eternity or two
like waves it crashes
and the sound echoes
reach out to him
and eventually it recedes
into the tiniest of bubbling armies
clinging to my hands
don’t reach out again
cascading the lust back temporarily
into me
and for a little while
I can barely see any remnants of
the love boats set free
My Mind, My Mood, My delicately poisoned pen... 