The Story of Someone’s Shoe

It's either Something in their eyes or something in the drink But whatever it is they both stop and think There's no going back and nothing above It's lust or loneliness, but never love She takes a breath as he takes his keys First name terms is the extent of it There's no getting out as they're going in But by tomorrow they both will begin To regret and renege on a bond they have struck A small price to pay and casual luck Some lose nothing, some lose a lot But whatever we have is all we have got He takes her hand and leads to the room In half light and silence for their clothes to remove There's doubt in her mind but hope in her heart That this last one of many may be the start So they wriggle and writhe for an hour or two But time has no place when two are consumed They moan and they gasp but they don't really speak As no conversation could fit this scene And tomorrow as always, always comes As she slips away, he still dumb He felt the urge just as she felt the need Now the need to get out, still carrying his seed Which trickles down her leg and onto her shoe Onto the pavement and then out of view Into the gutter and down into a drain Joining a river and there to remain There's no going back and there's nothing above It's lust and loneliness that drives us along It's lust and loneliness, but it's seldom love