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25 August 2023

satyrs and nymphs

the lingering scent     of cheap perfume     and spearmint gum      the bitter aftertaste     of latex and spermicidal fluid    the compensations of the flesh     all that folding and unfolding   pressing and heaving     on wretched sheets    

I remember the face     but not the name     we were eyeball to eyeball     but eyes sometimes lie     and tongues can deceive     I grant all my lovers     a sleepy benediction     we are all free of sin     in moments of passion     it’s a stratagem that’s seldom in error      no strings attached     and no comebacks please

I grant no repeat viewings     of my dirty treasure     I know where you’ve been    I’ve been there too       but you’ll want to know     they always do    so I’ll tell you some tales     for your delectation     depravity lurks in the purest of hearts     but libido is damned   by  jealous manoeuvres     you ought to unwind     and just let it come

the tentative half impressions     I weave from the bedclothes     promise gaudy revelations     that flee from the light     so I’ll crack on now     before the daybreak creeps in through your window    like an angry policeman     demanding confessions     and enforcing strange laws     that no-one believes in

 

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