Lust Sake

It was a constant struggle
to know her quick,
like the knowing
of a tree.
Detached, aloof,
erotically conspiring
in our naked-now exile,
gargoyles mounted,
fulfilling fantasies in
our piece of rooftop world,
no stop signs or melodrama,
belittling the la-di-da below.

She moved west.
Left her things
and no goodbye.
I missed her,
slept wrapped in her nylons
scraped pigeon shit
from our perch,
but never told her so.