(why?)
after the lies & alibis
that unmask this moment
of makeshift bliss...
how do we explain this
your skin next to mine
us lying here twisted up
like Philadelphia pretzels
in the dawn of morning...
the soft sun touching
our naked display
through the venetian blinds
of this shabby hotel room...
where the musky fragrance
of our lustful betrayal
lingers thick in the air
(do they know?)
(do we even care?)
a strong breeze of guilt
drifts over our resting bodies
from a slightly opened window
which reluctantly peeks at the world
we managed to escape for a night...
no matter how good it felt
(or feels, or does it?)
the fact remains we must return
to our mates, our children, our lives
hiding these memories in our minds;
like two strangers in the night
we wake, we shower, we kiss goodbye
answering no questions, confirming no ties...
why?
why?
why?
- Ray X. Johnson 1998
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! Because it was just for one night! Shhhhh!