When it rains, it pours

That's what the old folks said

My lovers, a menagerie of sugar cane and feedback loops

Dopamine Addicts Anonymous

Have all left

The scene of the crime.

This one slim as a reed, sweet supple cock, pink and brown and always leaking

This one, a smile like a lamp, so sensitive he bursts when I am breathing

This one, plump thighs and I told him to stop shaving

This one, always

Misbehaving.

All's well

That ends well, or so the old folks said

If I could, I would wind you through my hair, my lovers like a braid

A crown for this inveterate criminal

Use my spit to write a spell

On each of your bare chests

This one with a heart like a hummingbird, so swiftly beating

This one with a heart like a lake, no tide retreating

This one with a heart like a shadow, slim and fleeting

And then there's this one, who is always

Always misbehaving.

The heart wants what the heart wants.

That's what the old folks said

But I don't think they meant for me to capture and release

A flock of fuck-tired cocks, sick with the haze of wanting

And then getting

Back into the wild, stumbling, but never quite forgetting.

I don't think they meant for me to whisper my secrets with such ease

Before turning my back, thighs wet, soul seething

But not regretting

Back into the wild, my own lonely path, as yet unending.