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
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