Exporing Finitude

Lust and nothing more, you’d say—

The way you moved your hips? Tossed your hair just so?

Like waves in woodblock prints we saw at the gallery.

Your touch no longer makes me shudder—(I lie).

You must have known as well—Don’t lie.

You were just as tired of going through the motions,

wondering how much more you could take.

Think how our niceties stole years away from each of us.

Time for another? Or too late?

Should I say it first? Or can I not live without you?

No, it’s you who can’t live without me—(I snicker).

You don’t want me to leave you—(I pray).

You don’t want me leaving you—(not now, please).

So, what was I trying to say…?

Don’t go...