To My Ex

Afloat

Tossed clothes, scattered sheets, dimmed lights, lit candles:

Bodies scavenge each other for prized heat.

His hips, his chest, his lips — all she fondles.

Yet her dissatisfaction — sex can't beat.

Tomorrow comes fast, and her hands are in his.

"How cute," said jealous girls while their hearts wrench,

Watching him hand her Evian with a kiss.

Yet her thirst — no costly water can quench.

Perhaps, he may have caught onto her scheme.

Nothing too hard to remedy with lies;

Her template: sorries, tears, back rubs boys dream.

Yet her smile — never reaches her dead eyes.

Yes, her mind, body, and soul are present,

Yet her heart — with a hell-sent man — absent.

(June 21, 2018)