Under A Streetlight
Under a streetlight
a man croons.
His eyes older
than his body
will ever be.
He sways as he sings
with the intensity
of his memories
’til the light becomes
an inferno.
He flames and flares
brightly into Hell’s
uselessness.
We made love
just one time,
and as I lean
back into that memory,
I inhale his ashes
deeply into every pore.
© Loretta Gaul
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