We go searching...
knowingly
or inadvertently
for treasure troves in eyes that bleed insincerity
among bodies made of plastic
within disintegrating hands
we go searching
we roll over next to cold unfamiliar bodies
spend evenings sharing bottles of empty ideas
tangled within the vapid sheets
over unmade beds of distrust
and coat lust with love &
now with tomorrows
drowning in heavy mounds of what we believe we long for
missing all thats been dripped onto our fingertips and laid
at our doorsteps
time & time again
when will we know?
(I love this picture, not by me)
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