The Enigma of Desire
Eileen!
.... Eileen!
........ Eileen!
The aches are eating my cigarette;
My cigarette is eating my lips;
My lips are eating Eileen's face;
Eileen's face is clung to the café table.
...A feeling of empathy
Urged my face to fall down too.
A spasm takes it back
Toward the heavy blue sky.
Eileen!
.... Eileen!
........ Eileen!
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