Mountain tent, campfire, promises
not kept. Caress, kiss unrepeated
twenty-minute pleasure deleted.
No midnight swim at falls
no trunks tossed — all things buff
put off. She, a shadow in my eyes —
in hers, a lesser me. Flow of trust
ebbed, libido over the edge
swirled down — love
no longer bottomless.
On the rocks.
editors note:
There may be more here than a little blue pill can fix. – mh clay
