In between
In windswept pheromonal maze, he strays,
A thirty-year-old lost in thought's haze,
Along the street, he trips and falls,
'Mid puddles, mud, and shame's enthralls.
No chance for fruitful afternoon delight,
Her heel taps flirt, in fading light,
Too late for lust's initiation's blaze,
Yet dark alleys harbor clandestine ways.
A man with visage smeared in soil,
Frustration blooms, amidst life's toil,
A woman deemed too old for passion's spree,
Two glances meet, in fleeting decree.
At streets' crossroads, where paths collide,
Mental symphonies of anguish bide,
Of citizens toiling, taxes paid in tears,
In urban shadows, where desire veers.