You wait for the moment
by Matt Jones©

You wait for the moment
when your skirt is hiked past your waist,
and my fingers cradle your sex,
and my lips straddle your shoulder,
and I confess that I adore you,
when the condom is fully rolled out,
and you're wet and warm on my fingertips,


You ask me for money.
You ask me for money and I'm helpless beneath you.
You ask me for money that I don't have to give you.


The romance in the room dissipates.
Returns as commerce and desire
desire as commerce


Old lovers have no time for illusions of romance,
illusions of intimacy


The distance between love and sex
past and present
affection and desire
romance and commerce
free will and sexual need


The meaning of this fuck
diminishes
yet
the feeling of the orgasm
is untouched

Afterwards
when you cover your body with clothes
I wonder what this fuck made us
what it could have made us
what traps we could have found ourselves in
what lies we could have told.
Matt Jones is a Montreal-based poet and playwright.  His work has been performed
in Montreal, Toronto and New York City.  He is currently working on a full-length
comedy called W-Mart in Baghdad and his screenplay Dépanneur is currently
being filmed in Toronto.  You can read his blog at
http://lepimentrouge.blogspot.com
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