Bikini Bodies

The worst thing is
I have value when I have sex.
I provide a service.

And when I come inside,
I’m of help.
A way to get off, to fulfill the fantasy.

I embody their fantasy
and get lost in my own.
I bathe in the afterglow.

I enjoy being held
and do not let go.
I can last for hours.

And I don’t really have sex
with the same person twice.
This is my pattern.

I seek attachment
and find none.
So I look for fun.

Love where there is none.
But maybe it lasts for a little while.
There’s companionship for a little while.

And nothing is new about this place.
It is I who has
and has not changed.

And I am back in a place.
And my problems did not abate.
I am still here, alone

and on my own.