She tried to restore
the top half of him
to the brim
In the end,
they walked out
a couple of
denied the cracked cup
of the body,
but still slept
in separate beds.
The affair progresses in three-chord structure:
what I want, what you want, what we never get.
They consider having sex on a rooftop
or in the mysterious city rain.
He likes his listening to Morphine Flush,
a thrash metal band from the late 90s.
She likes hers without a trace.
They argue, they gulp, they squeal,
they flinch, they prop open their tongue-tied lives,
they scorn undercooked Peking Duck,
they chafe at the elbow,
they sex-whine while his dog barks,
they fall away during post-grunge anti-climax.