Much like feeble heartbeats
Light kisses and tender touches
Partial glimpses of naked bodies
The unpredictability in heartfelt nuances.
Much like unfinished poetry
A glimmer of undying love
Orgasms that never climax
The skepticism in being rendered speechless.
Much like unwiped tears
A broken heart begging to be fixed
Lifetimes of never finding love
A kinship of precarious enigma.
Much like screams from a cracked voice
Like true love unreciprocated
The torment that resonates from broken heart strings
A misgiving of the flesh.
– Smyekh David-West.