lost to the warmth of the night. days drift carelessly away. hard decisions as welcome as a cold winter chill. thinking of the next thrill. soft new friendships simply made. never challenged. never will. positions never tested. senses never rested. no limits. no questions. an open air. before responsibility. between jobs. beyond care. back in the days. you will recall them again and again. back in the days. ageless and aromatic. enhanced and so empathic. easy experience. gentle and tactile and skin deep. all in the moment and nothing to keep. times only remembered for the dreamy pleasure received. just for fun. nothing to learn. and no-one gets burned. by the touch of the sun. back in the days. you will recall them again and again. back in the days. the things you find. one careless step at a time. searching for seashells. and another clear day. soft little kisses. found out of the way. back in the days. in the back of my mind. the things you’ll find. i’ve been thinking of all the times we had. forgetting about the bits that went bad. and not mentioning the war between you and me. you know that’s history. back when we were young and free. forget the past. it ‘aint what it used to be. i’m going to eat myself. start with my foot. end with my head. i’m going treat myself. to some fingers in my bed. maybe i’ll beat myself. until i’m tender and red. i’m going eat myself. or i might eat you instead. i’m going eat myself. chew on some elbows. and some knees. going deplete myself. leave my organs where i please. can’t resist myself. see nothing’s left on the shelf. i’m going eat myself. till i’m full and well fed. but i can never complete myself. because i can’t eat my head. i’m sorry about the fish and the furniture. and your white fluffy rug that was so pure. i’m sorry about parking the car in your garden. and that stain on my dress. well i beg your pardon. but mum and dad that’s not where this ends. can i introduce to the deadbeat boyfriend.