Meet me behind the bathrooms Disheveled by footsteps and Clogged by girls in tears locked in stall boxes.
I touch your face Lost in a moments caress But I touch tongues In dim rooms with Plastered fantasies of This mysterious, "more" All in attempts to make you Jealous.
But you never care enough To wail my name in disdain.
This poem expresses desperation very well. The slightly sleezy beginning and the more earnest ending make a connection between a promiscuous act and the true feeling behind it. I really liked this one a lot!