A Kind of Song

I awake by you,

(Your headphones in).

I guess they quiet

The inner din

Of your unquiet mind)

 

Despite my desire

To avoid your fire

I have held you tight

For another night

Finding in your kiss

A kind of passing bliss

Tasting of perfume

Cigarettes and regret.

 

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