Lust

I lost it once,

In between the sheets

Decadent as always.

Smiling to the mirror,

Raised shoulders,

The jowl of a hound,

Reflections of skin like porcelain.

Scents of fertility in the room

Nicotine and plastic.

Portraits of my conquests,

Developed and framed in my mind.

Relief of manhood,

Justification for vanity.

Shallow waters to purge in,

Blind to true beauty.

Scattered;

Like unfit jigsaw

Leaving reminders like ashes.

Secure yet empty,

I lost it once.