LAST SECONDS OF LIFE

I wanted only to have only fun with him,
as the fire burns and the smell of wood in his drawing room,
the dimmed light,
hid our ageing skin.
His pink socks strangely excited me,
his shirt difficult to undo in the moments before lust overtook us,
and the sofa became a place of pleasure.
My head buried between his thighs
It was hurried, I wondered if I would ever see him again?
I would like to sleep with him sometimes.
Jetlagged and tired.
I was as nervous as Cinderella, and my pumpkin was arriving to take me away into the cold night air. I would like him to find my shoe one day.
I wanted to take him flowers today,
I won't, but I would like to.
It is not what he would desire to see me in the light,
he keeps everything in small isolated boxes, so instead, I have memories of full of plump bottoms for him when he is home and is feeling well again.
I love him sometimes,
know I need my space, but he does too.
I can't live the conversations between couples who share a sexless bed.
Before the endless sleep as life draws to its last chapter imagine me ina mini nurses outfit feeling his pulse. 

COBWEBS OF TIME

I could not
Have first
Met
You
 if 
I had
Not liked
You
I could not
Have touched 
You 
if I had not 
Loved 
you
I could not
Have 
let
Our tongues
Sipped
The tips
Of
Desire
If there
Was no
Passion
And pain
In equal
Amounts
Versus 
The misery
You soured my 

sweetness with
Speckled
doubt
Nothing...
All that is
Left is
My memory
Of rumpled
Sheets
Debussy
Lit by
Lanterns
And
The excitement
Hidden
With
Cobwebs  of 

complications
Spilled.
No man
Shall
Touch 
Me
Any
Where
Or time
Again
It remains
Pure
Otherwise
I shall
Die
From
Lies
Which I
Don't wish
To
Live
And I do
Not
Care