Who but you? and I still cry
Broke for a month—two now, nigh.
At 3am I beat the streets
Hands grasping for you, clasping at our lapse,
Clutched like the touch when we rushed
Our first late date in a state where I ate just to skate
More hours with you, boo, and a coo Jew too, who,
Not kissing wasn’t dissing but avoiding risking missing
A mended friend to send if romance is no dance.
Does shoving love like I did above
Make man weak, meek, where he will seek
For him and women to simmer unlimited,
But dimmer without your almighty shimmer?