Sagittarius

Paul is challenged by a three night stand
as to why he cuddles only after fucking.

He searches for her name under the pillows,
knowing this holiday weekend will soon end.

As he locates her name on the nightstand
under the poetry book The Woman Who Fell From The Sky,

he says, Helen, sex is the only way I know
to remove the protective armor around my heart
.

He wishes it was not so. He wishes he could
hug for thirty seconds instead of freaking out.

Paul watches her dress in the early slanted light.
Sees a heavenly angelic beauty upon her.

Sees a mythic dragon on the verge
of engulfing him in flames.


copyright © 2019 Kenneth P. Gurney

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