Sam Lewis

Love for the Modern Man

You are a drug, literal

yet figurative, bringing joy

like that empty, consuming

feeling when you want nothing

but a fix; then you’re gone.

When we met the spinning

stopped, as if I had died

from lack of spirit; so I drank

away the night until the moon

was ashamed to be seen

with me. You shot me

a glance that should have pierced

my heart but instead it caught

my eye and though I thought that night

was mine, it was always yours.

We were gods,

wreaking havoc on each other

as if we couldn’t feel the air

crawling on our skin, or hear

the music in the movement;

we were such beautiful dissonance.

But, just like gods, we died

and left the next morning,

became ancient mythology

in each other’s minds, but

you are a goddess. Tonight

I pray with my face

in a bowl, and sleep

sprawled out with one arm

in the tub and dream

you do the same.