Today That Year

In a hotel on a Mediterranean holiday

With fresh croissant, coffee, azure calm

Boredom entered her eyes

Fingers fidgeted on the table

Those eyes I had watched

While we had sex (made love)

Those fingers clasped mine

Pushing (pulling) me away (close).

I would love to tell you, my love

That today that year my love left

Leaving me with little love

To give you, my love

It is like love on every line

Familiar courteous love

That today that year my love left

I would love to tell you, my love.

Politics sucks me dry

With accentuated smiles

Dead direct depthless gaze

Meaningless utterances

Bloody clock, tick faster.

Philosophy my foreplay

As life goes on (yawn)

Measuring utility returns

Raped tortured by chance

Bloody clock, act dead.

In a room on a brief nasty today that year

With hopes, dreams, pregnant dark clouds

Kissing sucking dear life

Holding caressing true desire

The kiss never shared again

Never given taken never

The hold slipped shattered

Never pinch me again ever.