Perhaps.

With cheekbones so deceiving,
A luscious lifestyle all along.
Lost in a promenade of pillows and quilts.

With lips so veteran,
Suspended by a mirage of memories.
Nauseating motel scents.

With skin so soft,
Youth almost a myth.
Tears under the shower.

With wrists so delicate,
Standing naked in reflection.
Dancing in solitude.

With eyes so mischievous,
Contemplating perilous words.
Stuffed olives and gin.

With a mind so ragged,
Priorities unnumbered.
Slumber of turbulent dreams.

Craving a touch of warmth,
Relentless frustration.
Perhaps the search must cease.

Perhaps...




...you should disappear.