bed of many orgasms - by Jessica Holter

she did not mean to be a cheater

it was a defensive move

to steer her clear of

the love she feared

her therapist told her

not sure what that meant

I was only here to get

the last of my things

things that remained

in her possession after

embarrassment broke me

out of her house

things like trust,

my dignity, self-respect

and my own ability

to engage my whole self

in affairs of romantic love

so, I was polite and pleasant

as I am these days

when I met her at the hotel

to pick up a suitcase

filled with the contents

of her junk drawer

still precious to me

after a few reviews

and pleasantries

I opened the Uber app

and that is when it happened

with her head in my lap

a simple submissive gesture

posturing her in a way

she had been many times

over many years

she set me free

like a flood of goddess grace

pride and all her handmaids

gathered all about me

challenged all my doubt

about her affections for me

and perhaps, very briefly

raised my temperature a few degrees

and made me think unclearly

then the thought of the woman

she now had at home

laying in my wet spot

in my bed of many orgasms

drifted into the room

reminding me

I was her once

laying in that wet spot

in a bed of many orgasms

but I had already

washed those sheets

Jessica Holter

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