I AM: Afterthought

I am just an afterthought
A mess you clean up in the morning
When you wake up
And find me splattered around your body
A scar, a trace of lipstick
You cannot wait to wipe off
I am a toy you play around for a while
And leave for another once I depreciate
Only good for a couple of nights
A commodity — an optional object of affection
The entity that satisfies your tongue
When you feel like getting drunk again
With the heat between my legs
and in the warmth of my giving arms
You come to me with the mission to navigate
And the intention to depart thereafter.

Author’s Note: I Am is a new poetry series following Senses I and II. I Am is all about the Self and its representations. I hope you enjoy reading this series as much as you did with Senses. Thank you!