Prima FacieDistressed by love,
turned to pornography or joke
in the hands of the evil
and feeble minded.
Isolated in the office
with devices that imitate true communication,
or dealing with smiles
motivated by money or business
or other less obvious agendas,
turn it on, turn it off.
Homewards - the initial shivered moment of fear
as you put the key in the lock,
like a genetic memory.
Lights on, alarm off, answering machine reports on command.
Advising of meetings delayed, apppointments confirmed.
Tired, you eat - canned Navy beans, easy in some bland and unidentifiable sauce.
Then, late night television news from everywhere but here.
Still no real conversations (nor even a cat, rubbing and demanding).
Glistening water lights, reflecting the blue of neon,
the soft cushioning that comes with tonic and lime and damask sheets.
Piano unplayed, rugs never fucked on
...sleep to the newsreaders and the unheard hum of the city.
I woke thinking of youI woke thinking of you, wishing that when I finally chose to open my eyes, I would see your head on the pillow beside me, be able to snuggle into your body and smell your skin ...a heady mix of subtle pheremones, perspiration and the more lingering ingredients of the perfumes you wear.