Clouds and Dicks

We talked poetry
You wandered the dance floor
For sex, to fill a void

You showed me
Clouds and Escape
I said you were lost
Wanting to find a way out;
A kindness, I thought

Many weeks passed
Until a knock on my door

"Come In, Come In"
You pirouetted into my room
I sat watching, confused
You sat on my bed
"Do you want to see my dick?" you asked.
Your drug-addled soul, emboldened by love
"Not yours," all kindness voided that day.

You mumbled retreat.
"Fair enough," you said.
I could have said, "I don't do dicks."
But instead it was you,
Specifically you,
Head in the clouds
Go away.