Three weeks ago we decided to go our separate ways
not overnight, but whenever was convenient.
There is a fragility now
about our lovemaking
asif each time might be the last
The finger tends to linger
where once it hurried past.
And as the end of our relationship looms
the excitement of the start it assumes.
There are new awakenings
erotic as in a dream
With each sacrificial offering
the more virginal we seem
Old scars become new wounds
when kissed overmuch
And memories longhardened
now moisten to the touch.
Love is a circle
we’ve completed the course
Now we savour the honeymoon
before the divorce.
And with all we’ve discovered together
And with all the experience gained
that final
mad
sad
fuck
will achieve the perfection
that only the first attained
That final
mad
sad