A mediocre attempt at poetry.

The last night spent in a hotel room just like the first,
Where the only fumblings are now our words,
Spilling out like blood stains on a carpet

Too many "last times" to know that this is the last,
Desires no longer satiated by brief encounters
Our promises lie discarded at each others feet

There are no more tears to forgo the inevitable
My lover's touch only hours old has cooled
And how different I look as morning approaches

Back arching and repelled by my own desire
I begin to line my morals like a firing squad
Knowing each accusation is a mortal wound

Bitter-sweet, I swallow this rejection you call love
Picking up my clothes, I dress my humiliation
With your apologies searing me like sunbeams

A willing accomplice now turned the hapless victim
I have turned my eager heart against you
Quickly forgetting the sighs of last night's passion

Sending you back to her the only way I know how
With the bullet of my memory in your brain
And the fading glow of my touch on your skin

-K.L.
06.19.2007 04:01 pm