A Letter After Lust
 
I thought I made love to you,
I tried to think of you but nothing,
nothing came to mind---mind you,
the passion was genuine,
doused in sanguine fluids of rapture.
I made love to your body, not you.
it is like sword-slash but it is true,
you are lost in winds of oblivion.
 
I see your eyes, I hear your moans---
bounce of flesh, sound of groans.
I see your touch, I taste your lips---
scintillating with swing of hips.
I say your name but this is my shame
and I cannot find who to blame
now that I am brought to discover
I forgot you once it was over.
 
this truth haunts my mind, questions
multiply themselves like spawn---
spawned motives of my heart---heart in crisis,
guilt after perfect passion.
I thought I loved you but my mind
is guilty of impropriety,
lost in orgy-infested imaginings,
wondering on other bosoms.
 
this deception cannot go on,
love is no con
for I deceive both you and I,
worthless was the try.
I cannot tell you why
this love cannot fly.
it was aimless, it was lost,
it was simple lust.