Each Time Different Lips
each time different lips bending down to meet you
and bodies to explore, unending repertoire of stories
for you to hear, and you repeat the tired phrases
awake the same old hopes when morning comes
and time to leave - all loves,
all loves are the same, they always show themselves
too late, when you’ve long since given up, applied the last brushstroke,
and all efforts are in vain.
and yet all moist affections crumble at will.
continents, oceans appear and attract us to venture
to change, to renewal that just might come unannounced.
insane phrases, insane language that you don’t replace
that long since served its purpose, insane feelings
that the wind whisks through the grass, the leaves
which settle in your eyes like dust, you ask
what’s wrong but don’t say everything
the desires and the words just float away like water
like breakers on the shore, the door is closed
you’re left alone, wrung out, in the resonance of a void.