F - On the absence of my lover

My love left for home
on a train this morning
I whooped and tossed my hat in the air
Two weeks anticipating her return!
Two weeks striking days off the calendar
The death of numbers was never so much fun
Never have I longed to be closer to death!

I stamped in the ashes and embers
of torched books, atomised their pages,
I dressed well and had my hair cut
I refused to get smashed
I wrote my father a letter praising his skill
at storing shoes away
I told my masters to be serious for once
I went to the doctor, and I paid the bills
I put my volumes in alphabetical order
I wrote prose!
all in celebration of my love's departure

And when she comes back
I'll claim I entertained countless women
juggled countless sloping breasts
rested on innumerable ox-bows of volcanic hair
and had some men too,
so that she never finds out
about my legendary devotion