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Strangers
In the most forbidden of places,
Places I tell no one of I have made
love to men whom only exist
for but a few moments.
In this underworld of darkness
and seclusion my beauty goes unseen.
They do not acknowledge my being.
The gentle touch of a man from
whom I know nothing about should
be my soulmate.
But I know he does not exist for me.
So I live my life in the only happiness
I know, making love to strangers;
holding them in my arms.
Kissing them softly and gently,
hoping that when I look into their eyes
they will not disappear.
But their departure comes as quickly
as they came.
So I retreat back to the dark
corners of my mind.
Alone, as it will be for the rest of my life.
Waiting for the next one to come.
Making love to them over and over
and over again.
Always searching, but never finding;
for it is the only happiness
I know exists for me.
