Driving The Car One Evening

cold nights here
the cigarette is useless
there is a fire building
inside my
belly

stiff love looking
for the softness of the
pillow
a woman
is the best metaphor
for this
kind of poem

the lips of a woman
hungry for
love
in me

driving the car one evening
along the lanes
of dim lights
looking for loneliness
waiting for me

alone again
but this time trying to find
someone
even for a fee.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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