Seth:
Loves dingy, empty bars
and bitter beer.
Goes into a strip club
for a cup of coffee.
Likes to think he’s
Henry Miller or Bukowski
(full of pain and love).
Wears a frown daily
but explodes into laughter,
abruptly,
when you tell a joke
that isn’t even funny.
Considers himself a Satanist,
but you’d never really guess.
Knows how to say
the right words at the right time.
Otherwise he is quiet,
with eyes wide,
searching.
Doesn’t like to talk about plans,
would rather take a girl’s hand
and lead her to a place
she’s never been.
(This was written by a woman who understands me so clearly, yet never feels the need to show it.
Every fire in me is wrapped around her name.)
