Post Coitum Omnia Triste Est
You throw down your crown
and you look into her dead eyes
hopeful that maybe for once
the bees in your hive will settle
She stirs a bit for a stellar moment
she’d replace you with new sheets
but nothing new had led you here
wondering who the real corpse is
And why you will reconfigure
the climb back up that lonely peak
and how your pleasure came to this
amid all the traffic and the noise.
© 2010 Rob Schackne
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