You lost a few more bits of me today
irreplaceable bits you could've saved
a vase you held in hand, intricately designed
you let it slip and drop, unawares or uncaring.

through the evening were we at play
unspeakable pleasures we enjoyed
feelings grew, hopes of finding anchor
yet we parted, perhaps for ever

what irony of fate to stand face to face again
not touching, not intimate, not in sync
two strangers now, bent on pretense
why this urge to share past orgasms again?

prostitution has become our destiny
envy the times when moon and flowers enticed
alas! we've walked a long way to see world clearly
our theaters, like our beds, forsaken.