I painted a rainbow above your breast
and let my hand slide
down the long firm slope
to your belly button.
Content in the knowledge
that this nothing night will linger
well past day break.
That for the next week my love bites will remind you
that you long for me,
that I'm not quite as old as I seem,
and that no matter how many years you spend looking,
you'll never find another man
who paints rainbows with such passion.

However, the next week of my life will be hell,
knowing I fell far enough to hold you
one more time.