he was borrowed from his own glitter and beads home world
even though his wife sold her soul
to the Money God
and I kept telling myself
never look a gift horse in the mouth
as my mother used to say
to the limits beyond her understanding
but sexual desire and love sometimes do not conflate
they seem to be two different things in the world
like night and day, sun and moon
black and white, death and life itself
it becomes an abstract painting in which he can see
all his dirty deeds
when he washed away all his sins
in the river and went home
seriously thinking about returning
but there’s nowhere to go
when he burned all the bridges in one fell swoop
never asking how I felt
is it supposed to be love if he never dared to care?
compared
to an ordinary street harlot
I guess he was used to it
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