The Last Tussle

Sinking deep within my usual pattern

My mind melts like American cheese

As I pry out a reason for you leaving

Crying about your placid freedom


But in my pain and haste I neglect compassion

And brace myself for an arriving storm

Surrounding me even now with dark clouds

I throw salt over my shoulder and crave


The memory of your elusive tautness

The moves that make you exclaim

A note of emotional release that shatters our silence

As you drive me down further and call out my name


You smell of hormone laden after shave

I smell of dread and sex

As you impale me with your favorite rapier

Just before you leave

The End

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