Proverbs of a Drunk Daisy
March 5, 2012
Dear Paul, from Roger the Elder
March 7, 2012

“For you yourselves know very well that the day of the Lord will come like a thief in the night.” —1 Thessalonians 5:2

* * *

I lost my sheets, in the waking-wallow morning-after
stirred with semen in the blankets, swashing over

both of us. and i looked down, and saw skin against skin,
crisp and fresh. long since forgotten polos strewn,

long-retired Looms across the floor. and all i thought,
from the end of each rebellious ray of light:

what sin, sin, abominable sin! there was nothing to forgive
and yet, it recoiled, first from love, then from fear.

but i could not myself.

I lowered my lips and kissed him on the ear; he grinned and
muttered something sweet beneath the morning breath that

wafted by my rebellious hair. and I laughed, rubbing my nose
against a cold-flesh back. and still, hell-bound, I caught him

up with both my arms, and wrapped our curves together. it was
a morning red with sin, so be it. and i was happier to feel

weak beyond repair, so deep in love, so second to lust;
the day was little matter anymore. and the sun knew well enough

to bow before the glory of its namesake.

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