Lust Has Fled

Don't feel a thing.
Don't feel a thrust,
or murmer in my dusty parts.
Lust has fled
the sinking ship,
now, so
all is dead it seems.
Only living in my dreams,
nightly love
in distant sleep.
A memory to ever keep.

Place the Scrabble letters down.
Spelling out until the dawn.
Lovers play a game for friends.
Let us play until it ends.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.