© 1999 Lost

A boy

With a face

Unremarkable

Just a face

In a vast gray crowd

A sea

Of shark-finned skirt-chasers

And bottom feeders

Waiting for the scraps to fall

And him

Caught somewhere in-between

A penumbra

Where he finds a mirror soul

With a slip of her tongue

The boy's heart begins to bleed

A boy who wants only to know

What is the taste of love?