I got bored of your charity.
I got tired of looking for you
in taxis driven by strangers.
Your groin waters
lost their Jacques Cousteau.
Your breasts their
biggest devotee.
Your croissant its coffee.
Your telephone my messages
of three glasses*.
Your pub my rounds .
Your red underground+
my desires.
Your loneliness the one
that caressed you.

^ Bye bye in French Aurora.
*Three doubles and more!
+ See any map of London

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