On my tendency to stray
like a tomcat still blessed with his balls
my masculinity wanes in view of domesticity's chains.
a faithful lover, lacking affirmation of his own beauty.
pragmatic preclusions prohibit the expression of these pester-some urges
they beckon, unwelcome neighbors, to be indulged; a single night’s release their temptation
neither devil nor angel; they chip away at my resolve. temptations of forbidden intimacy.
comely dames unobserved in earlier days, blossom to a stunning seeming.
they pass along in maddening ignorance of my silent affectations until-
propriety demands aversion, and in doing so another unknowing replacement appears.
it is hard to stay the tendency to stray
when I fall in love with strangers.