#7

Days have passed, the sun is setting
and every story now is sex

I tell you this amidst the hex of your
lilting voice and cold hard stare

With care and caution thrown away
you stay and creep my convictions

in alcoholic buzzed conniption fit
unfit for human ears

the days have passed, but not
too near to me when at last you flee

settling in for another winter or
the more likely state of never the less

i do, i do, i do confess there's only this
and much much less. we are

broken love, but hard wet sex
a lovely lust, a shaman's hex or
perhaps

we are
we are
so much less.