Dark Desire

But love, that word,
In a city where love goes by the name of every street,
Every house, every apartment,
Of every room, of every bed.
Of all the dreams,
Of everything forgotten,
Of every memory.
My love,
I don’t love you because of me, or you, or both of us.
I don’t love you because the blood calls me to love you.
I love you because you’re not mine.
Because you’re on the other side.