Impossible dream of love
the longing rush
seeing lips, full, pouting and
white teeth within with beautiful words.
Who cares, but womanhood embodied says,
attain me.
And I know, that you are a dream I do
not want.

Conditionless love,
my craving, and there is none.

Children playing at your feet, stars in
your eyes, power, like a
lighthouse shine,
then on the shores, a brittle past.

I, polished stand, lay with longing lips,
seeing futures fade on our common path
she, standing there, whole.

I, of many colors, black recedes;
and ivory politeness shields - though
cracks are there, to show myself,
a longing, hiding self, morose - and,
unlike the me I wish to show,
a desert, dank - pale, bleak - that you
get lost in - to fade yourself.