I lost a world the other day.
Has anybody found?
You'll know it by the row of stars
Around its forehead bound. *
Alas forsaken sheath!
And be damned my reckless choosing
Vanished, vagrant, lost of mooring
Lingering, adrift and oozing.
Forgive my night’s poetic excursion into the macabre and a condom retrieval ceremony most dire. I trust I haven’t frightened you away. Welcome to Kinky Nightmares Volume 3.
Beware the wrong sized condom and the dreaded midnight salvage.
*From Emily Dickinson's Lost.
