Like how this poem would be in tercets if it weren’t so screwed
My days once traveled out to foreign ports
Like how our nights burn away our intimacies
I chased mirages, sure ecstasy hid somewhere beyond
Like how broken promises are forgotten in far away lands
Untethered from all responsibility who am I
Like how delightful my life can be held in your embrace
And so returning to where all my cares belong
Never to be a threefold affair, always one heart too many
My steps trace and retrace a path back to you
Like how your pipe dreams disperse love’s appearances
Like how I trace and retrace patterns on your skin
Lines converge mounting the waves of your pure joyful pulse
Like how a late night whiskey apothecary becomes