Some Nights We Make Love and End Up Cold

An observation about a relationship.

Some nights we make love and end up cold
Each of us sleeps on our sides, backs to the
Man we had just invited inside us.

Nights when our asses have gorged their
Fill of sausage with mayo
And nausea finds fault with the flawless.

Nothing finds beauty in us and
Us in nothing.

Some nights we fight till we cry
Two men with snot-spilled faces
And swollen eyes, each in the arms of the

Man we had just freely cursed
Hurting in the hurt of the other. Pride trying to
Still our cry-wrecked breaths.

Even a fight can trampoline our love
To reach new heights.