In Memoriam

You asked me to come over
to talk
but you had stuff to do

so I slept
in the bed
where we used to
play
and dance
and sing songs of ecstasy
and count the moments
we made the bedsprings
break

I slumbered
you touched
I responded
we tumbled
into abyss
to catch up on months
wasted

We rocked

You knew the rhythm
I knew the words
it was tumultuous melody
slowly
then steadily
got deep
fierce
dark
hungry

Right there
Oh
Come with me
Now

Silence

You held me
we slept

In the morning
there was no talk
you wanted to
I said no
I wanted to single out the moment
not the words
not the thoughts
for old times’ sake

We knew
in memoriam
I was going to be
just another
whore
you screwed
for the free thrill.

So you got off the bus
and I headed home
with the thought that
I slept
in the bed
where we used to
play
and dance
and sing songs of ecstasy
and Count the moments
we made the bedsprings
break.

Aside: Naughty, ain't it? I told you I was putting out all the stops haha. Oh sweet freedom. Got my inspiration from Tasha here (Thanks Tasha! I'm working on a gay guy post too now, all because of ya). ;D