The Next Girl

will she have eyes like mine
will she hide under cover
or over come
darkness with delirium 
will her fingers ache to write
will her tongue speak words
that spark because you've
never heard them before
and leave you leaning in
yearning for more


will you break her over and over
leaving a cave where her heart once lived?


will her very being
make you into a poem
like a train on midnight rails
without speed limit for your
rushing heart
will you sleep beside her knowing
she is your place in this world


will the next girl be your last girl?