When your lips touched my cheek
I was cold but you didn’t seem to care
And you carried on kissing me,
Caressing my face. Your breath
Stank of coffee and cigarettes.

Six months before this that stench
Was something romantic and meaningful.
The symbol of autumn walks in late afternoon
Those orange red and yellow tinted walks
With talk of poetry art me and you

All those clichéd things half remembered
As you try to kiss me. Please stop
Your hair looks blue darling, dearest, ****
Just stop please, I feel we’re through
You’re kissing me and I cannot see your eyes

Your eyes that on our autumn walks
Cut into my soul are now no longer present
I instinctively turn away, subtly insinuate
Please don’t kiss me darling, dearest, ****
The sky is blue and mellow, your hair is
Blue like the sea, or your music, or your soul.

Your flesh is the colour of flesh,
I once wanted your body but now
My face tilts away from your rough lips
And you ask are you ok? Are you ok?
And nothing really matters.