Your body you give to others
Your love you give to me
You tell them all you love them
They say they do too
You do it all for money and gifts
and your time and energy goes
You give love second shift
You give it such short shrift
but what has it got you, after all?
If when we meet next you would let me
kiss your fragile- thin lips
and drink
deep
from your dun-coloured, ‘much-loved’ breasts
and feed on your peerless eyes
giving me the pleasures they’ve had
you would not feel so lost
Love is not separatist
The Only Poet knows
The title is borrowed from a poem by Samuel Beckett.