Love Bravos

If only I could love you
and not lust after you

day or night
and the strange mechanic

grease
on his hands

telling you
of pistons

accusing me
of having run you

into the ground
your family

standing outside my door
dragging the poems

I wrote for you
the neighbors

breathing
on the grass

as if they really knew how
the bastards

if only I could love you
most of all