Barf Abuse Sandwiches

This is my fantasy:
We go out
and I buy for you maybe
a really expensive outfit...

Then you simply
out of gratitude
roll me over and
do the wild deed
of love-making ...

Then when you are through
you are not gratified ...
Wanting nothing
more from me ...

You want something
from the one you love ...
desiring, anticipating ...
occurrences -- forget about me ...

Then, lighting your cigarette,
walk to the refrigerator, open the door --
light floods the dark room
revealing a carton of milk
and left-over barf abuse sandwiches
from last night.

Patrick Darnell