The Cosmic Diner
And now she looks guarded, watched.
Why do we want to make love to complete strangers?
She's gone now. Forever.
There is the constant beg
For intimacy that grinds and binds us;
The end to all our means.
Even our meanness. When it pops out
Is a call for love.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2008
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