Belated Bliss

She left the cabaret
after someone whispered, "Honey"?
(But was it her or was I?)
Maybe we are just one?

She (I?) Left her message
on the strings of a black guitar,
two words only,
a sustained cry.

She left her longing, love,
floating in the air and in my mind,
infecting all
of desire.
How did you feel?
(Well, I hope)

She (I?) Left her message
on the strings of a black guitar,
two words only,
a sustained cry.

Too many questions
unanswered
in exchange for a ticket to light..

And I just I have
the map of your skin,
one dated February 22.