supply and demand

love is like
a blanket of lust
in the heat of the night
but leave out the sex

I miss her touch
and want to have it back

hands and fingers
skin, bones, salt tears

give me more of what
you're sellin

my supply is low
you are my demand

come back to me

The guy I see at the corner store

the saddest part
of the sight of these people
is that I wish that they
would be able to experience
my easy ride
for an hour

although
that might be
less fair
than the current hand
they've been dealt

some people
think they
have it so fucking bad

the guy at the corner store
that has one eye
can't talk
and sweeps the floors
year after year
with no chance

he has it hard