Joanie don’t love Chachi

I’m going to write a poem
Because the love flows faster than blood
Because the love drains faster than blood
Because the passion is electric spasms of anger and squeezing palms
Solid fists

Because fleeting is fleeting is fleeting is fleeting
Has passed.
Because if I could freeze that smile I would

Because a better person is something I’ve never been
Because each moment is a collaboration
A collage of reality and pictures of you
Thank you for burning the image into my skull

To break a meeting gaze
The only affection you can afford.