Sex is not a whore

a sexual woman
is not your whore
her desires
do not diminish her heart

your cock is not her god
your kisses not angels

desire washes over her
but it doesn't drag her humanity
out to sea
rather it washes her clean
of all the ambiguity
the rigid starch
formality
of playing at not wanting
what every human wants

but her desire
does not make her
your whore, your mistress, your slut.

be joyful of the sexual woman
revel in the privilege of her favors
respect the enormity of her heart

I waited all night
for the sound of your voice
but met only silence

it waited for me
hovering about my room
like some perturbed ghost
knocking over my things
rooting through the closets of my heart
creating a mess of my emotions.

My phone sits perched on my pillow
like a blackbird
it holds all my dreams
but it will not sing tonight.

for a moment
when you kissed me
I dreamed we had a future
but then I woke to find you
with your arms around another