Sacramento Glory Hole

MEN NEED TO BE A CRY FOR LOVE IMAGINE

S uspiros burned

Looks without color, or brightness

Words are not meant

Cold hands, tocand or your back

no time clocks,

Moments

absent

Memories of laughter,

shared Mornings with nuances

inappropriate guilt,

Tears, falling to the floor

Silences unclear,

reproaches, air

And warm desire, you're here with me