undress

come with me for a second
to a quiet dark room near the fountain of olympus
i confess
my dreams are interrupting my sleep
messing up my hair
giving delusions of grandeur

i want her and her and him
everything
all
swallowed whole into my mouth
ingesting soul and sex and seeking fulfillment
i feel full not hollow
happy not sanguine
yet
the old-fashioned word: ennui
captures the distance between us
what i can’t tell you is important
my first act of treachery is secrets
but if this should not stop us
then kisses
to effervesce this Sunday afternoon
from coffee
to the clean white sheets
where i have suppressed the evidence
just for this moment

5-12-24

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