Modern Romanticism

Unbolt the feelings

That take precedence

Over the future, where I will continue to wallow

In the murk and mire,

Drenched in the dark blood

Of many nights in caress.

What times I choose to feel,

And place a palm upon my chest

To hear the thudding beats,

And the future that fleets.

Why has God

Ignored me,

When I cannot believe,

And I cannot receive

The right hour,

For the right kiss?