Fixed eyes drip
with luscious contempt
in the arms
of another lover.
Guilt manipulates fantasies
with tantalizing gasps
of unbridled shyness.
I find sadness
in sickness of
the violence escaping
makeup-stained linen,
articulate excuses late
in the night
sinning with him.
I’m worth less
than still time.

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