Stranger

She leaves me here

Waiting 

Alone

Longing to hold her

Like this pretty smile

That I see often

It controls me

Like a curse

Poses as a saint

In the craziest of forms

Rumbling like the street cars

In my dispossessed mind

Soldiering on 

To my own grin

Barely breathing 

A nudist in a crowded shop

A mouse in a jungle

Conquering all doubts

When will I see her again

This friend of mine

This object in a fish bowl

Sexual desire 

Rages

In the pick pockets