The Bachelor

You in just

Your heels.

Me and my lust.

Sometimes it feels

Like love.

But I won’t lie

And go with your pretend

That I am your friend.

 

We have known each other

A long time.

I buy dinner and wine

Then we go back

Like 2 lovers

To my bachelor flat

Where we pretend

At lovers and friends.

 

Next day we chat

Of this and that

Over hot tea.

You smoke a cigarette.

Then leave me

With my regret

And thoughts of how

I am growing old.

 

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