Delusions Of Devotion

I sometimes play jazz,

dance to its tempo.

Late at night, the window open,

Steps translate into innuendos.

There, you’ll find me smoking.

Posing,

though you wouldn’t even notice.

Wishing you would,

To any star or asteroid.

Hopelessly romanticizing

What a brown-eyed boy

destroyed.

Lost in undesired emotions,

Four walls of insignificance

Far from the worldly dissonance,

Became my sole devotion.

And through that same filament,

Those four walls lined my predicament.

A new day is a new life,

And on each one is written

Your name, unpronounced shame

Up to which I have been living.

Never lovers of day or night,

Never husband and wife,

Only a tuneless tale, untimely smitten

A pathetic, wry one-way religion.

It faces me with airs of derision

I: the bringer of my own demise

Only my reckless love was enough of a crime

To have willfully committed to such prison.