Summer heat

I am a little anxious a little tired but i’m OK

just wishing I’m young again, running around with cute boys

not minding the summer heat at all.

Lately, I am craving for something more interesting

something like a delicious set of lips against mine

or having a stiff drink with someone who can have

a firm erection even at this age. I am craving I am wishing

for that man to materialize out of my wet dreams.

I am praying for another first kiss, for another first orgasm after all these years

I am old but am dead yet, I can still wish and pray and crave.

Some nights my mind ventures out

to strange places … dark cavernous location

hidden from my consciousness, hidden from

beneath the façade I’ve learned to put on.

Some nights I’ve learned to seek the company

of bottled spirits to help me face the long lonely nights in solitude.

Someday I will learn to fly and soar above.

Inspite of my damaged wings.

Someday I will rise from the rubbles.

But for tonight, I’m in the company of my bottled friends.