The Good Heart

In laughter and in crime,

I am yours and you’re mine.

Catching the flame, runaway passion

You seek? Love the love and the haste of one’s feet

As I walk towards you. Look away,

And then, astray.

In the lonely heart, you reside

Smoke on the glass, blurring

The panoramic views of short-lived misery. Looking at

Me, looking at myself.

The picture of comfort, to me

You are a portrait of thirst.

Soul searching another. Quiet being.

Quite the lover.

Our hearts alone, together. 

-For my comrade