see
i want two things
together or apart
what i don't want is wasted time or silly men,
i'm too old and too tired to be anyone's nurse
maid or entertain a fantasy
i just want to get the job done
i just want to eat my cereal and love you
and the gas man sends an envelope reporting
that who knows when a furnace can break,
how i should take this ten dollar increase
on my bill, insurance for the nightmare
than may never happen
and all advertisements are nightmares
that may never happen
and all evangelists are ads for nightmares
that will never happen and depression
pills for original sins that are not true
my original sin is the love of kissing
other men
and what i want is:
remember the two things i
want?--that's how we started--
and i said: what i want
is my boyfriend
when will he come?
what i want is my boyfriend
or a good stiff fuck and sweaty palm
clenching passion
or both
and here is the sin...
that i know the first is useless without the second
but the creaking bed is always welcome!