Not again........

Love trips usslides beneath tight skinshoves us sprawling on the pavementpupils bright in concussed eyewe scan the newly vacant skybewailing our own inadequacies .What is that glance that seals the contractturns Queen to harem slaveknocks six foot hunk to snivelling boytears up all our smart hatched plansleaves us blowing bubble mouthedat another dead end wall ?Love rips through cultures essencehas wise man snuffling painted foolhangs happy in imbalanceeach face and body superimposedthere’s always one who loves too muchone whose heart grows cold .Nothing new we coin between usit’s all been said and done beforebut we live in hope of some super strokethat will whitewash our delusions,till we’re vac packed in cocoon bliss .Like the alcoholic with his winethe world is grasped through a strangers thighsthere’s no escaping hangover timewith a quintessential twelve point planfor I was born woman and I’m looking for a manto hold my hand .