I look for you at the restaurant. In massive slabs of meat and Onion rings piled to the ceiling. In the forced smiles and idle Chit chat chit chat chit chat. In the worries about money and the Jealous looks from waitress to spouse. But you're not there, are you? I look for you in the traffic jam. In the fists raised in anger and The faces red and raw from rage. In the mouths set in taciturn lines And the fierce will to stuff emotion. In the unaware passengers and the relief Of the man who won't get home in time. But you're not there, are you? I look for you in the back alleys. In the scars on the junkies that are Angry and violent ports of entry. In the mother's fear for the future Of her children who are yet to be born. In the voice of the hucksters selling Their wares to the unbelieving hordes. Are you there? No. You're not there. I look for you in my lover's kiss. In the fluid caress of lip upon lip That ignites ferocious fire in my groin. In the jellyfish dance of her lust to my Lust that swims an untamed river of cum. In the saliva that's passed, one mouth To another, until it's source is unknown. And I think I feel you. The barest hint of you. Of the skin of your... Forever. © David Rutter 2013 Visit me at http://www.maxmundan.com/