Details Not Recorded - Glen Johnson

Your bedroom is a cinder

In the black hearth of the night

You are sleeping with the singer

Though the drummer fucked you twice

There are details not recorded

And the memory drown in wine

Those days were minor bruises

Their atoms lost in time

I loved you from a distance

Like a bird surveys the dawn

It hesitates to get involved

Though beautiful the morn

There are details not recorded

And the memory drowned in wine

You are sleeping with the singer

Your kiss will ne’er be mine

Your lovers are like dominoes

They chain across your life

These bones are almost seamless

Though they topple in a line

I’ve seen the way you kiss him

One eye upon the next

You’re never short of candidates

To suckle to your breast

To hook and clip your dress

My hands are small but careful

I’d trace your map of bone

Slowly chart the latitudes

As sculptors sculpt the stone

There are details not recorded

And the memory drowned in wine

You are sleeping with the singer

Your kiss wiLL ne’er be mine.