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.