Biscuits And Gravy

People slip through the cracks.

I must understand I have worth,

and not search for meaning

in the brilliant drunk eyes

of a young girl

crafted in the late night lights

of spare city street lamps. 

I seek desperately to be fulfilled,

to find

some semblance of what I believe love to be.

So I wear my heart on my sleeve

and forget my jacket on strangers' nightstands,

aching when they do not seek to return

a gift I did not intend to give. 

Reviews

[Jimmy Yetts]

Perhaps you should believe love to be something else.
An extremely clever piece of work--though the title seems a bit removed.
Genuine talent demonstrated.