an atmosphere of Juliet's tomb
we don't share the place
but I'm a common enough guest.
incense rises to the ceiling
parallel scorned clothes on the floor
and settles in the vents.
leave the pleasure to me
i'm so grateful
to be here
every other guy
would also like
to see you
undressed
i have a feeling
that i'm better than the next
and better than the rest
and that feeling
is the problem
because nothing lasts
for long when
you'r
e dating
your
self
YOU ARE READING
graphic art
Poetry"If one does not understand a person, one tends to regard him as a fool." - Carl Jung