Anal Sex


You’ll be in denial
You won’t want to face the truth
You’ll think it’s just experimentation
But it’s the ultimate sign of the end.

The relationship’s in its last throes
And you’re trying to milk out
The last drops of desire
For each other.

Beating the relationship to death
Resuscitating it with CPR
Even though it hasn’t had a pulse
For far too long.

Or like starting a dead car
Keep turning that key
Turning
And turning
Grinding the engine.
Maybe the plug
Has one more spark in it yet.

You do it
And it’s awkward
And you both agree
That parting ways
Is in each other’s
Best interests.

Anal sex
Is the last set of exciting rapids
That you ride
Before the love stream
Hits the estuary.

 


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