my secret pleasures arise alone.

lethargy grumbles from inside my molten stomach-

             pitiful.


                        ....no, not quite, pitiful...





                                                               ...more, lonesome than pitiful.








and lay,
             lay alone inside the fortress built of wood and love.




safe.
        alone.
                  content.

                               under the starlet of a single mind coursing through loneliness


              with pleasure.