My dear, today I’m thinking about fidelity in a non-trivial way,
And I realise that I’ve been unfaithful to you for a very long time,
Maybe since the beginning, when we first met, because when
I first saw you – I thought you were so un-nice. Unfaithful were the eyes,
As they scanned the strangers. Unfaithful were the hands, as they dumped the third
Cup of coffee meant for you –we both know what the poetics of such incidents are about.
Unfaithful were the brain, as it fantasised about a sex with a vocalist of “Depeche mode”
Every time we heard “Personal Jesus”, unfaithful were the legs, as they carried me
From the square we had agreed to celebrate our paper anniversary, unfaithful were the
Ears because I couldn’t hear a word you said this Friday night, unfaithful was the
Heart because it worshipped the phallus of Mammon, forgive me, dear, but I’ve been
Unfaithful to you for a very long time.