birthday '16

the madness of faith
and vanities of time,
frigid desire,
sorry self-deceit

a heat
that is cold
and a wetness
that’s dry,

and the noise
of a breaking heart,
inaudible,
among empty moans
and unfulfilled sighs,

are your story

in the arms of love,
my love.

in the stranger’s embrace,
you say?

pleasure for show,
your cries
for attention

living the moment
in borrowed
sensation

dishonest eyes
despoiled hair
sublets on skin
caramel or fair
consummate guile
circumspect glee?

that is the place

you’re meant to be!