You Will Still Be Beautiful After I Poop You Out

Maybe it was the night

The warm summer air drizzled with stars,

The smell of onions frying in the street

Memories of her body in my arms

Dancing close on the crowded floor

Pushed into each other

Until it was only we two

Alone inside that thrumming mass.

Maybe it was the hunger that comes after.

After love, adventure, sex.

The smell of joy

Seeping into me,

A part of the night's victory

Seducing me

Telling me I deserved you.

 

When I took you inside me

Under the stars

I knew it was we

That were born to be together,

Destined to shed our selves,

To forget our lives

And become one

In our own brief forever.

 

As I lay on the edge of dreams

The sweet smell of sex still hanging in the air,

The cooling breeze of the night

Drifting through the screens

The odd but lucky mosquito searching for a quiet after bar,

I remember you,

Feel our embrace as you explore me from the inside

Give me everything you are

Everything you were

Leave your best parts behind.

 

In the morning

You will give me one last caress

Scratch one last itch

On your way out of my life forever.

I will remember you fondly,

Take one last look,

Know what it is to take everything,

Imagine what it was to give everything.

 

And as I wash you out of my life

Never to see you again,

I will remember you,

And you will still be beautiful.

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