Foolishly
milked the system yet again
not smart
guilt
shame
job security
I heard the voice of
my conscience and my father
simultaneously
So we made hasty late night plans
Plans not so hasty once we
recognized what we had been
feeling for each other.
Platonic for an instant more
I strummed my lyrical lute
While you applied varnish
to some commercial artwork
(I must admit I loathed it
Found it some sort of vulgar
accessory and far beneath your talents)
You sat cross-legged on the floor
And I sang and played
The red sofa
threadbare but loved
I would later
lay nude across
for some hasty sketch
in pencil and hesitation and self-doubt
later it would become
what we believed
our marital bed
the first instance of
personal mythology
but that was later
much later
You were tense
Bad day in general
The monthly curse
So I,
with half-concealed
ulterior motive
intended to seduce you
little did I know my task
akin to shooting fish in a barrel
My path already paved
begging to be ridden
a Thursday drive
of pleasure-seeking
and carnal impulse
-5 March 2007
Monday, March 05, 2007
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