GIVING UP IS GOOD

 

Gazing at the ceiling

his arm reaches to rest

behind his head.

A pillow of radius and ulna.

 

Lying here-

naked bodies still intertwined-

we drift apart. 

 

To know lips-

once a satellite scanning my body-

will caress another. 

How to bear it?

Why

do I keep you?

 

Why, again, bury our past-

our wonderful experiences-

in the tragedy of tonight's tense outcome.

 

The horse is down. 

Beaten to lay where it dropped.

I am ready to take it's saddle

off.