losing lovers over time

she is always there
muse
siren
trap door

we are either leaning into our lover
or venturing in the opposite direction

in a poem
nothing is dangerous or real
and the woman’s tattoo is like a cocktail
something forbidden
novel
a new rush

love lover loving
i read about the flexible bohemian types
artists in new york
in love with love and art and each other
slip over here
kiss on that one
try a tryst

i am wired more like a southern presbyterian boy
i want mono-focus
straight beautiful love forever and ever

and then
she appears again
her ghost
the one that never was
or got away
or left before kissing

i’ve got a few more years of being pretty
if i take good care
wouldn’t it make more sense
to guard and protect the lover love letters
investment of souls
and all the satellites around us
no thrill
kiss or kill
is worth being more alone
ever

5-10-24

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