I wish I had a BMW
For every time you turned away
And a diamond ring
For every time you said no
And a million dollars
For every time in bed
Your mind left your body beached.
At least I’d be rich
Being rich softens grief
Luxury takes the sting out of lies
And sex is there for ready money.
I could say I’ve loved too much
But that’s no excuse
All agree love dies, either slowly
Or suddenly, you’ve got to be
Stoic, till the next time.
So here I am
Out on a limb, my love
Waves breaking against an empty cliff,
Irrigation of stony soil
Hands grasping desperately at air.
Like that woman painted
Bt Friedrich, you are seen from behind
(The adorable line of your neck
I sometimes kissed) sadness fills the
Unseen room, I shut the door.
Abe Casper 2011