Sensation pt1

In the parking lot I felt abandoned
There were cars around
People talking
Walking  
Even the streets had the sensation it longed for
And still I felt alone
As I let the can spill
And the top twist off the prescription pills
I was still alone
The plastic kept me company
We seduced each other
We were one
And still I felt alone
After the last pull
I felt disgusted how I used the tip
For inspiration
But I owed this ode to it
All these pieces he inspired
I belonged to it
The sky was black
The night was mild
I belonged to it
And still...I felt alone
They watched as I composed this poets' song
The royal blue tee shirt that hugged my waist just a bit
Smelled because of it
I owed it
My long black twists that caressed my neck held in the stinch, it was mild
And so
I kept hair spray in the drivers door because of it
I owed this ode to it
After we finished each other
I wanted one more
   another flavor
It wasnt a norm for me  
To owe the night anything
But it was black and the heat went from hot to mild
I felt a breeze politely touch my lonely skin
I was alone
But I owed it
It kept me company mentally
I almost cried to it
But it burnt out abruptly
With No goodnight!
I was alone under this pesky tall white light in the parking lot
The shine from it was mild
I was alone as it dimmed out
My lips touched it one last time
Before throwing it away
What a nasty plastic  
That black and mild.