Cheap Thrills

Stand by the door of the room with your coat still on.
Try to stay focused
while he unbuttons his shirt.

Relax everything.
Different parts of you
like clothes in a pile on the floor.
You’ll get wrinkled falling down so often
from the tempest
that has dropped him
back again,
flat on you, as you melt into the bed
above his favorite spot.

He will go
where everyone goes
without you.
You may have crossed the equator,
returning home
with treasures
from around the world and back,
but not the kind of prizes
you can hang
on dressing table mirrors.

Your exquisite things of the world
live with you,
but you have never been
where they all go
though you have tried
and tried
and sometimes you have
nearly made it
yet,
cheap thrills, in the end,
have always evaded you.

In your deepest voice,
you want to
“Hey baby,”
and you want him to
sink you down.
You want to almost drown
call help so he comes after you
and you rise up
together
for the splitting of an
atom     gone
‘til you
come
back
to fall
back down together.

It would be a miracle.

Imagine.

VJ’s Weekly Challenge prompt is URGE.