Wayward

I like to walk the streets with anonymity 

I want to be just another face

I want to exist where my last name

Means nothing

Beneath the sky

With no history

The sounds of my footsteps

Nameless

The clothes on my body

Faceless

I crave the wanderlust

My lips meet nowhere 

In an unforgettable kiss

Leaving me breathless

Placing me anonymous

I need to be lost

To leave an impression

But only for a moment

I want to be

A memory

I give myself to ambiguity 

And I lick my lips

And taste

The wayward