Lovers

It was on the loo
that I decided
as I mused on worlds divided

I thought of life and former lovers
and then my thoughts coalesced
as I read DH lawrence so I guessed
That girls I've loved were mirrors of me
In each an aspect did I see

And so I thought now they have left me
and modern dictate demands they be free
from my mind and from my musing
these parts of me I'm no longer using

And so exiled inside I am,
First came joy she left me swift
Then class, then style and intellect
now all adrift.

In her I found the picture of a man
A man I loved, a man I am
But now she fled, that man should die
and clinging me, screams why oh why!

So hear this tale and listen well
we must make peace tho we don't dwell
in lover's arms, safe from all harm
to save our pictures and ourselves.