sorrow filled
& carefree
paradoxical tragedy
heavy heart
on light feet
warm body
with cold sheets
my love is served
bare, neat
burns their throat
causing retreat
my hips stay frozen
with wasted heat
no missionary drives
in the back seat
starving for 4 am
all you can eat
softness, hardened
by romantic defeat
cursing the same goddess
I later entreat
feeling like I’m finished
yet so
incomplete
Roxy the Riveting 