A handful of thoughts

Long for me
Long for me as a cigar longs for fire
Or the poet for a glass of wine
Suck me into the whirlwind of your desire,
Plaster on my body your juvenile fantasies,
Remember me when you admire
The bottom of an unknown woman on the street
Want me like you have never wanted a woman
And yet, make me feel jealous

But for all this,
Do not commit the sin of submission
Because then my poetry will disappear
Like the smell of cheap perfume
Leaving us stranded in the stinking heap of life