Black Poetry : Guilty

Amun-Ra

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My elbows stuck to the table providing
tired support for hands holding my head.
Red-rimmed eyes peer through splayed fingers
at her and six full chambers next to the bed.

Breathing sheets rise subtly and slowly fall,
random skin flash flexes my fruit of my vine.
Irregular patterns pull my eye along her spine
seeing prints that couldn’t possibly be mine.

It’s only six steps to pearl-gripped relief
for jealous erection and this rigid pride,
slumped forward and kneading my scalp,
it’s swallowed whole and kept inside.

Glued feet dampen the heart,
but a fool believes in love’s call,
knowing any excuse will suffice,
when understanding meets the wall.

Imagination fuels the guilty mind
as a one way ticket with no transfer,
suffering from phantom reciprocation,
knowing that it was me and not her.
 

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