Thoughts After Sex

after sex
people sleep

that is the
usual exit that
people who want
to escape seem
to know and do

they sleep

the routine keeps
going like
house, office,
office, house
roads, doors
doors, road

after sex
the usual exit
is closed

you look at the
ceiling trying to
open another
door

but there isn't
any.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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