The Last Time

The sun on the face of the wall

and I wake up alone again.

I close my eyes and recall

The last time I drew you close

To me.  I know your body like the spider

knows the silkiness of her web, each thread

a journey I’ve traveled many nights

in darkness.  I wonder

how I arrived here.  This empty bed

alone with my shame.

Like the moth drawn by the sweet

stickiness of the bulb’s glow beneath

the eave of the rooftop

in darkness. Their bodies did not deny me

the deliciousness of their sex.

Your devotion

simply wasn’t

enough for me.

- Kenny Harmon