I am alone.
But I ain’t really lonely.
My house is full of beating hearts,
While my bed lies empty of any type of lover.
I cooked many meals for those in my house,
Smiling as they left with their bellies full,
With stomachs tight and warm.
With the dark of Maui’s hook, guiding many to sleep,
I tuck tiny people into tiny clean beds,
Whispering goodnight chants,
Singing goodnight spells.
ON Chronos’ day,
I drink dry, sweet spirits,
Observing as couples all but
Copulate in dusty corners.
To try and feel something,
I kiss a stranger under his lips,
His breath sour with the fragrance of
flat beer.
His mouth was sloppy,
Slimy, too much like
Pickled frogs, and slippery elms.
Eros’ arrow misses my wants and needs,
So I walk on home in the dark.
At my house, I am greeted by four creatures,
Their tails rapid little flags
Of joy.
All whimpering and needy
As ruly dogs are.
No man, no woman, no spouse or companion
To say, “Welcome home,”
By the egg-white light of the spinster moon.
Comments (1)
"Eros’ arrow misses my wants and needs," This was my favourite line! Your poem was so poignant and emotional. The yearnings to have someone to love and be loved was so strong here!