Love. Where are you
now? I sought your voice
under the pillows scented with your sweat.
I yearned for your saliva, for your breath
in the opaque corners of my room,
in empty bottles of gin
and goblets of cigarette ashes.
I looked for your pubic hair
in the labyrinth of soiled condoms.
I searched for your lips
in the feathers of dead pigeons,
in dim alleys
and in dried creeks of garbage.
till these tears flooded
your casket of newspaper sheets.