on the floor

on the floor
on the couch
on the futon
on the bed
in lake michigan
on the beach
in the shade
in the sun
under a coastie, flying overhead
in the shower
in the bath
behind locked doors
behind unlocked doors
under blankets
on top of sheets
sweaty, achey, breathing heavy
half-clothed and writhing
laughing and crying
content and wanting
more more more
again again again

once more

why oh why oh why why why
does this keep happening?
and why oh why oh why
can i not stop
can't turn around
can't shut my mind off
i've been told to give up, to give in
but why oh why oh
no
i guess this is mine, now, too, again
and until then, my friend,
you're mine too.
assume responsibility, dear one.

time passes

i can't keep on
keeping on
like this here and now and there and where and when
then
yes it
it never made the best excuse
did it?