Love and its Penalties
when we were younger
we were raging rivers
currents of desire smashed against
the rocks of propriety we were
cavalier
professional tourists
on endless mystery flights
any destination would do
now we are just the becomings
the not there yets and there’s
still no end to our constant yearnings
I’m auditing my misdemeanours
with men, all that prowling
the corridors of lonely too many
anonymous kisses
I now know how many moons
has Jupiter it’s the adhesive
human heart that’s so unfathomable
