Cheater

Cheater

I gather lilies, set them on the bed

where you are absent. Gone.

Going up, going down, inside

a hotel elevator with a stranger

brushing his groin against your hand. 

Yes, stuck with another man

pushing his arm against your elbow. 

You slip away with him into a corridor

until you reach a door that he opens. 

You enter, let him take off your clothes,

while I wander about the house, looking

for you in the geometry of our bed,

with the fear of one who just arrived

to his first unrehearsed death.