Wet Dream

 

Far from the joys of co-dependency,

I long for the chaos of youth.

Oh, to be an inexperienced adolescent,

Learning the rules of love.

Breaking hearts, including my own,

And scattering seed in fresh furrows.

Neglecting consequences and writhing,

Serpent-like in euphoric ignorance.

Vaulting from drinking den to

Sweat-soaked sheets.

 

Sorry Love,

I’ve pissed the bed again!