In Bed with Your Best Friend

as the sun rose up into the sky and all i could hear was bird-song and the hackneyed tones of radio one i knew something was wrong and as i lay and tried to remember with tightly closed eyes i felt soft warm fingers trace a course from the small of the back to the inside thigh bite your lip pretend you're asleep hold your breath count to ten and when you open your eyes just hope you're back in bed with your girlfriend again i recall a bottle of vodka being passed among friends a strange party piece with a swiss army knife with me and your girlfriend or is she your wife? i know my bedroom's white and this one's green with posters of bands i hate there's a whiff of petunia and i know it's not me an air of health and de-caf tea and as a breast or two squash into my back and a rambling yawn floats over it smacks me in the ghost white open mouth just what this farce is all about i'm in bed with your best friend i've never done this sort of thing before and i swear i was drunk i can't believe the depths to which i've sunk now i know it's been hard and i know i've been weak but with your job and the bills you can't blame me it's just one of those things we'll see it through from this second on it's just me and you and as the chirrups of cox assault my ears your rambling hands take over i contemplate murder and the scene of the crime but the guilt and the victim prey on my mind perhaps a simple diversion: a leap and i'm gone deny it ever happened: it's the drugs she's on and i can't see my clothes anyway they're probably lining the stairs and down through the hallway and as i turn to confront her to tell her the truth those eyes... that mouth... those shoulders... i'm in bed with your best friend