Faithless

It was three years ago today. You were standing in the corner drinking your beer. And I saw the sparkle of moonlight in your eye. I also saw-

Something else.

Can you stop fondling my heart with your eyes?

It can never last.

Your favorite part of the story is

“The End”

Just 2 words.

Once Upon a time words meant more.

Sexualized cities make love sick.

Love- used to be a feeling.

Now it’s a memory.

Fading. Drifting. Teasing.

Give me something more than your eyes.

More than your skin touching mine.

Give me something more.

I saw it and I want it.

The faith you have.

In people. In dreams. In bed.

So much hope.

It makes me queasy.

Faith-the beguiling bastard of life.