Puzzled as my still
Riddled as my will

A lost man in no man’s land
A man destined to understand

What does it take to live?
After I refused to give

After I refused to ask
Waiting for my late epiphany at dusk

To become myself
Strange as a timeworn bookshelf

Unwillingly forcing myself to quit lingering your smell
I no longer want to repel your spell
I doubt you can tell
How into your orbit I fell

After all what I gave to you…from juvenile hints and futile tips

And still, you couldn’t tell how much I desired your nubile lips

Couldn’t we do it now, love? While we’re still alive or are you waiting for a volatile apocalypse!

Poem and Painting by: XGOD,  16 September 2021, Lebanon