Sincerely,

I'm sorry about what happened in Sydney,

but I can't just blame myself.
You were sitting beside me
as he laid himself on the table,
your language complex and open
for a man soon entangled

in my sinuous dysfunction
and inability to meet a person's eyes;

Yet it's the longest path
of least resistance
that's easiest to follow,
though it leaves me parched
and wandering through the angles
of a foreign country,

having left Brian or Ryan's flat
with your charms in his bedside pocket,

beside my reality
and faith in monogamy,
or at least our lasting tolerance,
where I touched his temple
to quiet his insistence,

your cock twitching
on his tongue.