never seem to get beyond the hot kisses

 shacked up and deserted 

 beyond counting 

 but she knows I am one of those rare old-fashioned men 

 and she comes to me for strength 

 but all I can give her are hot kisses, 

 and we are always interrupted by lightning or chance 

 or bad luck 

 and poor Trochi and I never seem to get beyond the 

 hot kisses, 

 and I am usually luckier that way, 

 and she certainly must be—if you want to call it luck 

 

[Charles Bukowski {1920-1994} from 'poor Mimi', in What Matters Most is How Well You Walk through the Fire]