26.02.2026
A: Why don’t you ever write about your girlfriend?
S: Like what?
A: It doesn’t have to be personal details. Some poems?
S: Why? I meet up with her mostly every day.
A: That one before, you used to write poems about her.
S: The only communication was through letters. And the only one that communicated was me. It was a completely different situation.
A: Come, a poem to one that is yours.
S:
i become a ring about your waist with these arms
i become a thing with haste about your charms
you smile the roses
you give me your lips in doses
the smoothness of your body like a flat stone skipping the water
of Aphrodite the goddess you are the daughter
A: One more to end the night.
S:
these hands about your hips
these hands feeling the hollow of your back around the waist
this thin waist of yours
my eyes in your eyes
your eyes ask for something and my eyes return the ask
your chest presses against my chest
your hair is across my cheek
and skin encounters skin
there was a thought I had
something to tell you
i have forgotten it
diary of a lone man 