Lackadaisical whimsies take hold
While the phantom fingers trace over flesh.
Your dead Lenore offers eternal caresses.
You stare out the window wondering about Heaven.

Where is the love in any of this?

You plant your feet firmly on terra firma.
Heartstrings pulled apart by unseen beauty.
Precious time is wasted on the old values.
The past is gone and you can't bring it back.

What have I been doing all this time?

Trembling lips touch your own.
Crimson candy lips of strawberry.
You wrap your arms around her too late.
Wind up clock chimes dawn.

Is physical love true love?

You roll over and fancy flies out the window.
Sultry Lenore fades away into memory.
Moving on you look for someone new.
An emotion you can finally hold close.

Is there another kind of love?

You trace the lines of her soft body.
Thick fingers against angel skin.
The halo cracks apart on the pillow.
Blessed pleasure overtakes you.

Doesn't this feel familiar?

The bedroom is like an ocean.
Across the blackened waters she watches.
Your eyes follow the curve of her breasts.
It would seem the waters are quite shallow.

Where is the love in any of this?