I Always Want You on a Sunday

I Always Want You on a Sunday - a poem

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There is a universe where no one lies

 And this is what the living want

My footsteps are blurry,

Like the memory of your face

My heart is a blackout poem

It is a rusty motel key

The neon lights on the vacancy sign slice through the ravenous night

The ocean reaches for the moon

One would not exist without the other

Or all would cease to be

Beauty is a duet 

We will always search for the same Sun

My mouth burns from the thought of your kiss

The cadence of your voice a thoughtful challenge

The glimmer in your gaze offers a promise

You are every man in this forsaken city, 

But I never seem to find you when my body calls

Tell me I’ll never get tired of this,

The sun will burn forever,

I’ll never find you on a crowded street,

But I won’t stop searching