Love In The Head
In the morning she said to me,
‘I can’t have sex without love -
it feels so empty.�?/SPAN>
I thought about this.
I thought about roses and diamonds
and bended knees
holding hands in the park
birds and bees
I thought of hot wet kisses
on her mother’s couch
girls I’d known
north and south
and I thought about me -
me in the dark with a silent rage
picking the lock on a perfumed cage
ransacking Rome
laying it to waste
and I thought about tears
on a pretty face.
In the morning I said to her,
‘I can’t have love without sex �?/SPAN>
sorry, but I’ve tried my best.�?/SPAN>
She thought about this.
She thought about muscles and pain
the sweat and the strain
she thought about money
and a house in Belle Vue,
holidays in France
was this her last chance ?
the mirror confessed it was true
and she thought; I can’t be alone
in the dark with my greed.
In the morning - we decided - she’d leave.
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