bicentenial love

purple shards of refracted lust
shot out from cufflinks of silver
violet and blue and red and soft whites of light
telling me he was done
his arms lay still
the sweat on his brow slid slickly
to the edge of his chin
the music played on
his body did not shake
he lay at peace
his smile peeked around the corners of his mouth
and tried to hide as if i had not seen
i had done good
and it did not taste so bad either