He Fell In Love
He fell in love for
the 99th time since dawn.
His eyes searching everywhere,
for light,
for smoke,
for heat.
As he picks at his thumb
a blueprint of women,
ageless and careless,
enter his sight, and he grabs
each one with his heartbeat.
The hint of thigh,
the wish of scent,
all wrap around his skull
like a cap he can never hang up.