Visiting New-Wed Friends

I hear their moans,
     like wind through an abandoned house. The creak
           of floorboards and bedsprings

strained under unusual loads,
     sighs scattered like mice
           caught in a sudden shaft of sun.

The glove of my fist,
     however tight, can but relieve, not comfort,
           and these little ropes of semen

only seal my hollow need
     onto the clean and empty oak
           of their guestroom floor.