Lynx Part II

You don't even know me.
I fade the more you wake,
your zeal corrodes with age,
like most twenty-first century things do.
Foaming heat froths below you as
you look up at me
with nothing behind
your eyes.
I know tonight,
all throughoutwithin me
that, even though it's a haphazard feeling,
I love a lynx;
a lynx who
will not know me
from now on.