Daily Dose of Pleasure

Daily dose of pleasure

You feel incomplete
you feign strength.
At the end of the day
you gather up your fragments,
you join them...
you patch up your wholeness.
You're the leading man of a miniseries
where the actresses...

are fleeting shadows.
Instants of selfless pleasures:
you hand over delight...
and let go.
Ephemeral squandering of the present
that dissolves away.

Afterward...
only a bitter trail remains
in the stale air.
I no longer wait for you to come home,
I don't open the door with a smile
nor wrap you in an embrace.

Today, I break the mold
and write my own script.
I mirror myself in you,
and learn the vertigo of the forbidden,
without remorse.
I drink the flood of new experiences,
where anything goes.