I am the angel on the ceiling
witnessing myself brought down
to the possessable, the animal leaving
its decoy trail
on the pad on a Motel nightstand.
Comforts calculated to last
for only one night
begin to sour
the sweetness left on lovers’ lips
from apres dinner muscadet.
How inconvenient this sense of obligation,
a stranger’s touch igniting
an urgent desire
to pick up the phone, call you,
hear your voice, tell you I’m fine.
(c) 2013 Slush Poet
'Duplicity' was first published in Orbis #164
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