Embers
thought to be
deadened
after the attack
from another
where one let one
in &
it didn’t turn out as
beautiful
as was thought to be
had, because the
storybooks lie &
the movies lie better,
but horny is as horny
does & along comes
another drama to add
to the
suitcase,
which we each drag
throughout our lives until
we finally get to drop it.
though the heart is black &
the mind is exhausted &
the hands are told to
castrate oneself to keep
anything from ever happening
again,
the path leads on & you walk it
because
what the **** else are you gonna
do?
no direction comes &
no one knows more than you,
no text written before you tells any
truth, which hasn’t been worked out
to oblivion now &
the sounds that you love to listen to
will do &
the feelings that you love to indulge in
will do &
because the choice to dive in again
is but yours to
foster.
throwing logs on the fire
even though the friends say to stop,
throwing logs on the fire,
even though the passion seems too much,
throwing logs on the fire
even though their eyes may be drifting,
throwing logs on the fire,
when the jealousy doesn’t stop the wanting,
throwing logs on the fire,
when the fighting leads to better sex,
throwing logs on the fire,
when the sex leads to better fighting,
throwing logs on the fire,
when the lack of fascination in the other
leads each to another,
throwing logs on the fire,
when the straying leads to passion in both
contexts,
throwing logs on the fire,
when the demands (physically/mentally/emotionally)
begin to outweigh the process,
throwing logs on the fire,
when the parties involved want you all to
themselves,
throwing logs on the fire,
when you haven’t enough energy to spread it thin
anymore,
throwing logs on the fire,
and choosing one over the other,
throwing logs on the fire,
like picking the wrong teller at the bank &
watching the lines on both sides of you
move faster & more precisely,
throwing logs on the fire,
back to the beginning,
with no logs left to throw,
back to the beginning with
embers
still
flickering.
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