Ah, bless!
Obsessive tidyness.
No sleep -
Except with pills, then deep.
Alone,
Your garish stone-clad home
Too cold
Then hot, then you too bold,
Your wine
The opposite to mine.
Your skin
So soft for one so thin.
I know
You're kind but I most go.
Don't tut.
"I shouldn't say, babe but..."
You will
And I'll give up until
A new
Pursuit replaces you.