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forced celibacy

by Jared Fladeland

If this were the last night,
like in those movies with asteroids
and aliens
or zombie infestations,
you still wouldn't suck the kiss from out my lips.

I can sit in a café and watch you
work your way around the room,
plucking love on the foreheads
of every man.
I see you twist and turn and flirt and fling
and proposition men to back bathroom corridors.

But when it comes to little old me,
wishing nothing more than a little physical consummation,
there is no way even the smallest potential exists for us
to make animal sounds and collide our atoms together.

The universe would rather crumble than allow that to happen.

05/18/2014

Posted on 05/18/2014
Copyright © 2024 Jared Fladeland

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 05/20/14 at 12:27 AM

Cute Jared, I like this and have known that feeling more than one time in my life. Very nice!

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