Deserts that have never cried

 

Tears well-up, wet my pillow

Like tulip petals they fall

So I press dreams - flowers

In a book unread

Gigolo, what can answer?

My insecurity alarm bell feelings

When I gaze into

You’re wishing-well glazed eyes

And find a book of matches

Willing to set fire to our mattress

Love I want to commandeer

A navel port in your heart

And capture a lost treasure

That a corrupt banker holds

In a vault if you please"

We’ll open a late-night drive-in

Black and white cinema screen

And you’ll be a star!

And I’ll sit on the hood

Of your mustang car

Pretending my eyes aren’t

Black or purple

They’re deserts that have never cried

They’re deserts that have never cried

They’re deserts that have never cried.

Reviews

[shinybluestars03]

Loved this poem!
Took into the story, felt like I was there living exactly
what you were stating.
Love poems that transfer me into the places and times.
Thanks for sharing and keep on writing.