I stroll the aisle
my poisonous paramours
are all there
smiling and beckoning
“come on, it’s been 17 years”
I swallow hard
but do not look away
approaching slowly
I stroke her neck
and in my reverie
I am swimming in her
taken back years ago
virginal
before responsibility
I put her on my lips
and she offered me the
kiss of life
and I happily reciprocated
but I was an unfaithful lover
and I sucked on
so many others
desperately promiscuous
somewhere
along the way
it just started making me nauseous
but I couldn’t stop
any taste would do
never let the parade end
never mind the hangover
hours turned to days
and days turned to darkness
all the time
I kept chasing that first
orgasmic explosion
that I slowly realized
was never coming again
so I walked away
and I’ve stayed away
for 17 years
but I can’t say
I never looked back.
My book's still for sale, you know...