sexless breakfast

another melt down sunday
your dead lips sewn together
and you can't crawl outta this bed
every penny was put into that turkey
you carved with no clothes on.

i am bidding just to make you eggs
sexless breakfast
staring at your still back
on these quiet sheets
nothing on my tongue.

catwalking some ancient waltz
played only in the minds of lovers past
the flowers died today anyway.