What would I do
Without patience on the pc,
Without the repeat button on the playlist,
Without dirty plates, clean wet clothes,
Without pimples around my mouth, underneath my earlobes,
Without the paper-thin walls separating me from my neighbours.
I thank God
That “lonely” is such a pathetic word.
I wouldn’t know what to do if not.
I never see him leave; only
His empty glass, vacated stool,
Foam gracing the bottom of one,
The other circled by cigarette ends,
Redraw the exclamation marks of his
Absence. Silently
Whisked away, ends and foam, foam in glass,
By her.
I never see her come; only
Her apron, black, alerted look,
Slim waist being graced by one,
The other circling over the clients,
Remove the parenthesis of her
Absence. Silently
Dancing along, waist and look, look is locked
By me.
Absentmindedly I pay, leave, come back,
Always.
When life will be less complicated,
And thoughts of tomorrow cease to be,
When all ambition has abated
I intertwined the two of us see:
The joy of touching makes euphoric
“You kiss so well without your teeth!”
Your breath is sweetly alcoholic;
It tickles life back to this heath.
Buttons are hard with my arthritis.
You are sitting on the bed
Watching the world’s slowest strip-tease,
Pearls of sweat form on your head.
Bodies engage in conversation,
Movements slow like those of snails.
And you rise to the occasion;
Science helps where nature fails.
Youthful beauty does not linger:
Skin is dry, our buttocks sag,
But as I suck your pointing finger
I feel a most privileged hag.
Pulses race, our breathing is heavy,
I whisper softly “oui, j’adore”.
Now I see angels as you take me
Closer to heaven than ever before.
