Love service

This service is out of order.
Can you believe this shit?
So tonight love is pressed
against the social border
of laughter and wit.

Let´s get dressed
and prepare ourselves
for these indulgent days
and proper ways
of taking, waking, making
the love that was promised.

Yes, promised.
I believed it too,
since I´m a mean, mean
sexmachine.

But sex and love do not
necessarily walk hand in hand.
These ways of human connection
have little holes in this plot,
and we are like grains of sand
in the hands of this master builder.

Yes, wither, wither,
like plums that are sucked dry.
Love is in everybody,
but why, oh why
does it leave me bitter.