Numb

He calls to me loudly;
he shouts in the night
like a shrill siren
on a moonless night.
He is no gentleman
asking for shelter;
he is a madman,
dripping sweat
like a ravenous wolf.
He is faceless-
nameless-
without the shadows of a past.
He knows not beauty
or ambitions or sorts.
His only desire-
his only want-
is love...
only to be needed
by a woman named Peace,
to set sail on the sky
to uncharted stars,
and to feel the pain
of a man with a heart.

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