Visitor

I had another lover over last night. Loneliness. Knocking on my door, even though he has his own key. Beneath my silent covers he crawls. Mummers moist against my blue bruised sighs. I confess salty, soft, sins. Embrace. Under stale yellow sheets. I crumble. A pale version of light sleep. Bad Habits? Overstaying his welcome, snacking on the last hard-boiled egg in the fridge. Stealing coins from the dryer for banana ice-cream and balloons. Never arrives here with out tag along Despair. Who crashes on my sofa keeping vigil of infomercials until two. The only way to rid the room of him, entice Faith over. She breezes in a Swedish lullaby smelling warm of chocolate chip cookies. Sulking in a corner he stalks. Slamming the door. Faith helps me redecorate. Lights a pillar white candle with a bent match from orange overalls. I remember. I remember he left but, he kept his key.