A Lick and a Promise

Shoot your wad, roll over, fart and fall asleep.
That was the acme, the efflorescence
Of life, the best of the flesh and its follies.

There you go again,
Like a chimpanzee poking a stick
Into a bees’ nest
To get at the honey.

Red or blue?
Home or away?
Bus or train?
Up or down?

I can neither cure the sick
Nor heal the lame.
But I can love you,
I think I can love you.

Separation,
Have you come for me again?
Absence,
Do you favour me so much?
Other moments,
Other days,
Wait for me somewhere.