...to my ex Renee?
Thou art less sexy. We won't copulate:
Rough sins will break no bathtub suds by day,
And slumber's peace our sport won't desecrate.
Sometimes, in heat, my tongue has sent mixed signs,
And often was its circumspection slimmed;
And each affair from fair time undermines,
By glance or nature's aging coarsely trimmed;
But your diurnal bummer shall not fade,
Nor lose expression of the prayer thou knowest,
Nor my breath drag from me a serenade,
When in nocturnal whines to slime thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives death to thee.