I am trying to seduce you.
I’m trying to block all your wants and desires,
The warmth, you convince yourself, which can be found in all those small fires,
The meals and the convivial laughter with friends.
I’m trying to make sure conviviality ends.
All your small pleasures must go
To make room for one you hardly know
But once, you knew desperately well.
Remember? You looked on love with a sad face.
Remember? Love had a voice and a hand and a place,
Which nothing you know has now.
You don’t remember exactly how
Love murdered your life.
A blue sky? Money? Child? Wife?