All The Things That I Am Missing

The body I chased
It chased me as well
My longing's a place
My dying a sail

~ from 'Mission' by Leonard Cohen

All The Things That I Am Missing

End of the day
Stained sweaty
Clothes in a pile
Find him sleeping
Slip over hips
Take what we need
From each other
Dinner then dishes
Separate showers
A book; a snore
Curled against
Perfection held
Morning light
Brings breakfast
Orange juice, black
Coffee, eggs, bacon
It’s Tuesday
Iron his shirt
Press kiss to jaw
Gone, drove off
Wait for return
Night looms, not
Home just yet
Hang from edge
Need sweet, let go
Give in, desire
It’s all gone
Oh, but now I
Remember
What I have
Is none of this
Responsibility;
It’s not mine
Hush, as I do
A few lines
Off this stripper’s
Back