Amidst the cold,
the rain, the pains
of growing old
I search your warmth
for my reluctant sleep.
I asked as a teenager
remember back then?
if I’d always be alone.
With jewelery eyes
you stared and said no.
I’ll always be humbled
by the mystery of
your alien race,
mesmerizing by gaze or
by rumour instead.
I’ll always love you
whether you exist
or embody another
salty or soft skin
at the edge of my bed.
jam11
