Temp Lover

Don’t think of me
when you make love
next time with her,

not when you’re in
that spell she has
seducing you,

not when her touch
excites your kiss
to tears and sweat.

Forget me then.
Don’t let her love
as though she’s me.

Only later on
when she’s asleep,
come here, be mine.


by Denise,
with input from Heptahedron collaborators


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