Poems and Poetry

Motels with No Bibles | A Poem by G.S. Katz

the little motel with 10 rooms
no ice machines
no bibles in the room
clean sheets is all you can ask for

lunch time love
between consenting adults
45 minutes of lust
then a quick sandwich

back to the workplace
happier than before
mind wandering off
to the lunch time love affair…

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