Violated Bones

The trailing exhaust
that covered him in its haze
one brisk autumn morn
was a convenient screen

He dashed across the street
where care's absent need
scoured the street with eyes
long deprived of love

He hungered for care
searching for eyes to heal him
touch him with a savior's glance
bind his face in a smile

Not much, just a touch
a friendly glance, without the lust
that need and that alone
would soothe his aching and violated bones