Constraints

The repression creeps closer
the hours of solitude
and the mania
of our combined explorations
shall dim
in the next few hours.

I will be respectable again
vaulting this wave of delight
for other lonely days
and focusing more on the present

I value this space
that caters to my worship
on the runaway train
of fantasy and seduction

My vice is clear
if the buffet of addictions
were laid before me

I always return to the flesh.