We had a
pact
For just a few
Brief hours
Ask no
questions
Tell no
truths
It’s
complicated
The unlocked lock
On
Pandora’s box
That’s best
kept shut
Our bodies
pressed
In ravenous
embrace
Rivulets of
sweat
Pool between
us
The tears
we cannot cry
For we are
men
Complications
Must be
borne
Dry eyed,
wet skinned
Do not
belittle
Desire
Nor
begrudge
This
fleeting time
Love?
It’s
nothing grand
Like that
It’s just
the afternoon’s desire
Come,
spent, gone
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