Mule

I am Karma's mule
and she is leading me forward on a rickety cart,
cackling,
dangling the carrot of romance
just beyond my hungry muzzle.

My lust is tenacious as the Nile in June.
But all my romantic pursuits are stillborn
Filling fresh water with rotting flesh.

I must have been Humbert Humbert in my last life.
Or Heinrich Himmler.
Lolita, you must forgive me.
Six million Jews you must forgive me.