Lime Romance
Lime juice mixes with tonic water;
the clockwork daylight sounds against the white-
painted brick prison walls. You wake to the faded
linen sheets of the bedroom I denied; you took it anyway.
No, this won't get a mention on the nightly news before
the weather; I love it but it couldn't compete with scandals
and a crisis. You fall asleep covered in spit; in the sacred room
I once called my own. Can you see the semen burning on the door?
You've got room to fill, and a mouth turned to feed.
The clockwork daylight clicks and I awake to
loneliness and ignorance. Why invade the space I call my own?
Well, love and sex and bank accounts merge; you're holding
all the tickets, but nobody gets to ride. Lime juice mixes
with tonic water; all this love was wasted.
the clockwork daylight sounds against the white-
painted brick prison walls. You wake to the faded
linen sheets of the bedroom I denied; you took it anyway.
No, this won't get a mention on the nightly news before
the weather; I love it but it couldn't compete with scandals
and a crisis. You fall asleep covered in spit; in the sacred room
I once called my own. Can you see the semen burning on the door?
You've got room to fill, and a mouth turned to feed.
The clockwork daylight clicks and I awake to
loneliness and ignorance. Why invade the space I call my own?
Well, love and sex and bank accounts merge; you're holding
all the tickets, but nobody gets to ride. Lime juice mixes
with tonic water; all this love was wasted.