Fire-escape Garden

Do you remember me?

I came to you with an aching 

in my bones and teeth

lost and scared from the suburban sprawl.

 

I came to you botched 

and ready for booze, ready for light,

for the wings that came with keys

and for the plethora of companions 

you promised me.

 

I sat on your stoop,

sweaty and brown from the sun,

hungry for your love making,

and the music during which

our cries would sing.

 

All of the said I have now acquired, love. 

 

It is now just a question 

of having no questions 

at all.