Loveless caress, senses satisfied
A bed, a nest, a broken thing on ruffled sheets
Sighing, and yet nothing –nothing.
Stumble in our nakedness to get dressed
Don’t linger. Don’t stay. I’ll drive you home.
When did sex become no more than release?
Casual release – you’re not a woman I love
And I’m not a man you love.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m capable of loving again.