after the love's been made

when we're bored
by bodies
  once drenched in passion
now
  only damp in sweaty clasping and
  grasping fat
as the laughter lines become hysteric
and after the love's been made
what next

when we blame each other
blame
muffled
behind newspaper fences
at silent breakfasts
  while deep in the foreground
  the tv game show host smiles on

while we hate
those bodies
  once folded in warmth
now
  merely vacant carriages for this
  marriages death
as the game show now becomes mesmeric
and after the love's been made
what's left