A Coloring Game

One woman, many men, born of the author’s deep despair.

You sit across from me,

looking so dignified.

I suppose I must be a good person too.

I yawn,

and can’t hold back my desires.

Just then, I see the sunlight on the street shining bright.

It just so happens that you have no idea what you want,

that you still like to dream,

and that you still have a little resolve.

I want to find someone to dream with.

I say I love you, and you’re satisfied.

You hold me, and I feel at peace.

You say this city is filthy, and I think you’re rather thoughtful.

You say our love is immortal.

I look at you and believe it.

I lie on our bed, the sheets are white.

I look at our city, the city is filthy.

I think of our love, it is immortal.

The dust on it must be thick.

I plan to leave tomorrow morning,

even though you’ve already stripped off my clothes.

When you wake in the morning, you’ll be dead in this bed,

even though the people on the street are still going strong.

-------Love