The Lovers

I bet you don't remember this:
sitting cross-legged and drunk
on the roof of my car
and staring at the setting sun.

I told you you were beautiful
but you looked at me and said,
'If you think this is beauty,
you need your fucking head examined'.

Later, we made hurried love
behind the police station stables
and you whispered,
'love is one long rape'

and I took you home
and listened to your father's records.