I listen to your moans of desire.
Know I encouraged them.
me, who sleeps alone,
who writes poetry.
who loves over miles,
and wakes up alone.
I called to ask you to coffee,
and it ended with,
her sucking your dick.
And me listening to silence.
a few gasps,
and meaningless words,
I know later on,
you'll admit my idea,
but for now the sounds
of lovers when alone.
Is worse then glass.
burried deep.
But I doubt you.
know
and if you did,
do you care?
