The Color of Lust
The smoke swirls and burns my eyes
I am reminded of the interlude
brief and spasmatic
Not really just the memory
I was sweating even though the night was cool
The window open everything erect
You were praying to your gods
Oh lord, oh god
Like they could help
I am no saviour
But do I like to savor
Your aroma still lingers in my room
And you still lay quiet beside me
I expect you sleep
I am tired but alive
The bed, a mess pillows strewn and blankets
all knotted about
You're clad, no mummified, in the sheet that still remains
Do you sleep or feign to rest
Yes it was an interlude
epic, ardorous
I am still undefeated, you may rest
Before you return to wherever it is you go
I will just slip from your bed
Your bed? Maybe you share
and perhaps I will slip from your life
Gone but I doubt ever forgotten
I will smoke first
smoking in bed how cliche
the smoke curls, tendrils wrap my head
and I exhale the cloud,
strange that it would be the color of lust
I would have thought red, maybe pink even a softer shade of purple
No it is gray and hot yes the color of lust ...
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