THE CONVERSATION

By Leonard Pigg

I am not the one you’re wanting

Your presence is so very haunting

Phantoms of passions stay in my dreams

You breathing heavy, your sexy screams

Softest skin, sweetest breath

Makes me long for Shakespearean death

I can’t ever be second place

Don’t like the smell of your place

Too much competition for your attention

I’d sooner go to another dimension

Never been good at patience, so impulsive

Being alone saps the will to live

Ecstacy is not a pill, but a woman

The kind of which I give a damn