I have desired

The fire

And sought for sparks

In another’s heart.

 

I have made art

From lust and dust

And found fleeting charms

In no lover’s arms.

 

I have heard words

And known the lies.

But a girl’s thighs

Delight. And the night

Covers many a fall.

 

I lost my grace

Many years ago

And know

The sadness that hides behind

The painted face,

The silk and lace.

 

Yet we both smile

And play the game

For we all fall

In the end

Be we lovers.

Or a kind of friend.