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.