the sex thing

rolling through towns

I used to know

sweet memories

of janey there judy here

all those susans sally-annes

along the way

thinking how then

how far

I’d go for the sex thing

some of these were loves

some nothing but lovers

wanting but the same as me

not that they’d say that then

though we’d all know in the ends

the tortuous routes taken

buses cars motorcycles

when those broke the thumb

for an hour maybe two

talking our way into the sex thing

making it more in words

than it ever was in lives

none of us made it through

to anything more than a little love

ours the tiny death of moments

in the scheme of our things

& if I think of them fondly

is to forget forever

the thin love that they brung

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