Lust and Indifference

we're connected mostly by lust and indifference
today I'll take you to my bed,
tomorrow you won't call
I go down on you but forget your birthday
you give me orgasms but never flowers
and Christmas went by unremarked again this year

but what is December twenty-fifth
compared to your mouth?
your groans are worth more than telephone calls
and what do blooms matter when you reach for me?
we are mouth-to-mouth, skin-to-skin
the rise and fall of breath and body
and nothing else