empty cities, these

These empty cities
By Rino Palmani

These empty cities are full of women I'll never fall in love
with.
And though feasting my eyes upon their bodies makes me rise
They cannot make my blood burn.

So life becomes a guitar with a broken string,
Mostly complete, but it limits
What songs the singer can sing

In these empty cities, I wander
Like a battle-starved soldier looking for a war
To dampen the fire in the blood.