That´s enough. Out of you. Tonight. My darling. This show is over for now. The monkey is dead. I detest all this drunken brawling.
Now let´s see if you can make it into this bed.
How I love you. How I loathe you.
It´s a sharp, quick love. I feel. My darling. You´re not as drunk as you seem. So why pretend. On your cheek, that sweet shadow falling. The pulse in your neck, how I´ll know it, right to the end. How I love you. How I loathe you.
All you can say is: "Reverberating vacuity." "Lousy simile." "Vacant majesty."
In the instant of the hour after.
But right now. It´s you and me. My darling. Trapped here inside of this bottle, drowning like flies. When the frenzy´s over. We´re crawling. Specimens. Spent and exhausted, We press to the sides.