If unrequited love exists then
mutual love is obsolete
and she’ll always be at least as
close to me as early morning eyelash
flirting comma without skirting
but with legs covering my belly and neck
and her lips covering mine and my cock.
But of course she’s an ethereal myth
buried in a job and a family and a belief
that we won’t part.
Even with the two dead kids
sat in abortion cribs,
cryin’ ’cause we always use condoms.
And when I wake up next to
and on her I roll over and kiss
her beautiful forehead, thinking
‘thank fuck for love,
otherwise we’d be married’.