creationism

the act is over.

the girls,
the aggression,
the sport
has left me
for now.

i watch my hardon
pulsating
up
and down,
like it's out of breath,
as it slowly
fades away.

shower water scraps my back.

everything slowly leaves.
the proof slides down the drain,
and still,
some evidence is left
on my chest.

and no doubt
at some point,
either tonight
or tomorrow morning,
everything will come again.