I am getting tan

My eyes look more intense

When my skin is dark.

Mediterranean nights

Remind me of sex.

Sounds.
Smells.

This is my loneliest summer

Since high school.

Love seems unreal like back then,

Romanticized hormonal urges.

My maternal grandfather

Before marrying his wife

Fell in love with someone

From Rome.

She dumped him

He bought himself

A banjo,

Got over her,

Resigned himself

To a life without Eros.

Will he regret it

For the rest of his life?

I get obsessed with people

Out of boredom

And impatience.

I almost called someone tonight.

Good thing I didn’t.