I Don’t Sleep Alone

I lay my tired body down,
head on my pillow,
pull up the sheets,
lids heavy…
when they appear before me,
a melee, making themselves heard.

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UPHEAVAL

Libidinous passion,

Singeing, primal, momentary

Uplifting, intense, fulfilling

The memory still vivid

The blood still coursing

The breath still heavy

The heart still throbbing

The face still flush

Awash with intoxication

The afterglow of the encounter

The adrenaline of the escapade

The antidote to the ordinary

And across the schism, the aftermath

Oscillating, lingering, unforgiving

Between the conscience and the carnal

The detritus of an adulterated vow