meatus.

Whose pomegranate lip balm will have to rent a new place?
Who’ll father your child?
Who’ll keep your wife warm?
Who’ll love her like clay?
Who’ll wrap their lean thigh around her hips?
Who’ll choreograph their needs to yours?
Who’ll look for you in the penumbra of words to forgotten songs?
Who’ll nurture your ghost?
Who’ll replace you in that bathtub meant for two?
Who’ll bake you a cake?
Who’ll whip the cream?
Who’ll read you like a book but keep you like a secret?
Who’ll think of you in the solstice?
Who’ll long for you in the equinox?
Who’ll keep the promises you made?
Who’ll miss you- first thing in the morning and last thing at night
Who’ll lick your lover’s spine?
Who’ll discern the details of the other, darker, side of your character?
What will your reviewed paycheck look like?
Who’ll your mother be proud of?
Whose dreams will fall like rocks?
What will your broken empire look like?
Who’ll hanker for your ignorance-
Only to overlook it
Who’ll memorize your insecurities
Who’ll count the days till you are 21
Then 22,
And maybe 23.