Penchant

Of lonely eyes, and blatant woes.
Eerie calm and eager souls
Moonless skies and dusty lanes
Of blinding cafes, bare shoulders;
Beer bottles, and bitter names.

Of overt eyes and earnest way,
"I’m the eagle, I’m the prey."
Cold flats and callous walls
Of animal spirits, lifted veils;
Desperate sighs, and devious calls.

Of urgent eyes and whiskey breaths
Zealous sessions and sweltering backs
Fingertips and fervent wills
Of stellar skies, sumptuous sighs;
Seven hells and seven ills.

Of droopy eyes and circles dark
Cigarette butts and coffee jars.
Tasteless tacit, and terse talks
Of grey skies, good-byes;
Dismal drags, and dreary dawns.

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