more often than not
work’s end finds me
drained of all energy
desire

job environment
seldom fertile
except to suppress
things that preoccupied
me as a young man
assumed
would always endear me
to the light of day

the evening hours
a time of recovery
aided with dinner
occasional wine
sofa relaxation
amid documentary
or movie
a little creative writing
to heal the routine wounds
before mattress and
blankets reclaim me
where again
a transformation occurs

only after hours
of deep sleep
the workload’s suppression
is undone
and I am that young man
again
my slumber pleasantly interrupted
the maidens come calling
one at a time
bearing gifts
of only themselves
faces familiar
but never able to place

though unlike the Liliths
of stress
that plague me in sunshine
these playful temptresses
uninhibited
in their nakedness
both sooth and arouse
offering treats
that no man
young or old
can ignore

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