maybe i'll try that.

seek who you want to
and allow simple finding
by closing your eyes

***

morning, i lost you
momentarily gone, but
your come-back grin won

o, honey.

frankly, mon cherie,
your string-of-pearls trip-wires, your
smoke-ringed voice wisps foul

your words are in lipstick
your loyalty, powder. i'll
take you with gloved hands.