Love Letters

A mental syntonicity one day,
a gentle hint of what we two could be
lit just enough my life so I could see
that trust in love just might bring rhapsody,
exuberant duet of you and me,
a music fit to agonise the deaf.
By moonlight we could glimpse our apogee,
drew closer to alleviate the ache.
I saw my glow reflected in your eye,
I saw your soul like flesh through négligée,
enigma moulding treasure from okay.
I leaned a little nearer till I fell
in love, and whispered brazenly ‘je t'aime.'
L'amour, the kissing cousin of la haine
A congress fit for hedonists, but Oh!
A princess in our bed, I feel the pea:
a tiny irritation right on cue,
a grating indication that we are
two spirits passing through the first caress
and driven past into infinity.
I'm looking straight ahead and not at you,
we'll separate in steps, but c'est la vie.
Although no other man can double you,
although no lover can replace this ex,
we're done, and if today you wonder why,
remember every A will lead to Z.