When We Made Love This Morning

it was hormonal
brief
mechanical, no words are wasted, no lies, no promises
no imagination at all about
what is eternity

no fireworks, it was not a celebration of something else,
we did not even kiss, we evaded any gaze, we pretended the usual
eyes closed, not a moan, just plain rubbing and pressing and
holding some parts of me and some parts of you
tightly

and then we loosen the hold, you fall from a height, i stay as is
keep my posture looking to the sky without stars

light comes it from a hole of the window
it is the beginning of day

earling morning, and we are still the lazy ones feigning sleep
as the maids tinker the kitchen &
soon the sound of breakfast shall be signalled by a bell

we do not care anymore
when shall we ever learn not to keep pretending

frankly speaking, i still have this pain
of not ejaculating

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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