PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

After awhile

everyone looks the same under the

pulsing lights 

I am just here to watch, really. 

I barely notice your approach

then suddenly I see it

I see what you are. 

How your hips are revolving doors,

and I think you want to invite me in

this is where it gets hard

I have had so many lovers now,

nothing impresses me

So sure, 

we can dance 

see what our hands have to offer 

I will watch your mouth move and 

not hear a word you’re saying

I don’t make promises anymore. 

It’s all mundane in the morning sweetheart

the ritual awkward process

I wake up, pet your cliche orange cat, and leave 

we both got what we wanted

what we came for

to fill some invisible void between us

to cover up some little hole in our lonely hearts 

we break even 

we do what we have to do

to

 forget someone else’s name.