On Love, Lust, And Longing

Please, with a gracious gesture
  brush this curtain
    away from my endangered face
      with the back of a hand
whisper, one day
 tears carving riverbanks
  will dry out
    rain will fail to deliver
      memories of heartbreaks
If love is the most addicting
  I have been gluttonous
   drinking in liquid promises
    poured from mouths of wanderers
I am drunk
  conversing with the ghosts
    that reside in this space
     although these occupiers
      are far from benevolent
Fear has driven me into arms of monsters
  here in the wanting
   I wait