Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Desire in the afternoon


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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