rolled over
past the entry of sunlight
no spark of lust
receded back to base
like an animal
nothing to gain
no one to concede
quietly suffering
could not go get
could not get up,
the burn
was painless
for I was already jaded,
no lesson to be learned
nothing to be redeemed
just the quiet anticipation  
of forthcoming heartbreak
to engender upon
my delicate hands
just the stillness
before the unrest
the calm
before the cry