List, Lust, Libido

[my_last_affair]

She made him sick.
Sick to look at her.
There-there she was-
Young and beautiful and deathly drunk
Sitting on his kitchen floor with her cherry cigar and peppermint shot glass
Half seas over.
But mostly he was sick because of himself.
And of the other one-the other “her”.
The real one-with the ring.
He didn’t surprise himself-
Didn’t even admire himself.
It was everyday disgust.
A disease, some called it.
“My libido’s acting up again.”
This crumpled kitchen beauty-
Innocent in all the unimportant ways-
Tilted her head while her chin rippled in delight.
Sick: a bevy of wretches began in his throat.
Ignore it.
He took a mental walk away from her-it never happened.
Not this, nor any of the other times.
Outside--- outside it was warm.
But so late-or early. Half empty, half full.
Surely the street lamps were already humming in the moonlight-
How simple the road seemed in the earliest AM.
Hot pavement, orange tapers of light-
But a flawless giggle brought back his brain
To the counter-top affair
With Nameless Loin.