Encounter
Bodies meet that were apart,
the dregs of two who shared a heart.
Thoughts and feelings overgrown,
yet hands cling to what is known.
Fuelled by alcohol, led by lust,
ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Motions spin and juices flow -
forgotten sounds begin to grow.
The deed complete, what's done is dead;
the lost still left, a fucked up web.
Morning dry mouth, tangled limbs,
guilty thoughts speak unsaid things.
Back to bedrooms, slowly creep,
and next time pray to simply sleep.
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