The
night is lonely, so am I
In
the warmth of deluded love,
Let
me die-you be my alibi
There’s
pleasure in my woe
My
silence moans in thy caress
There’s
lust even in that whisper
And
love that kills me with every fill
Let
me drink from your lips
That
cajoles me into here everyday
You
soothe me like none else does
Your
touch lingers a little more
When
everything else wears off
There
are no more boundaries
No
lies that escape you, no love either
Beloved,
your beauty is my joy
With
you, I’m a poet; I sing aloud
Away
from the crimson hues, I dance
Holding hands of my own shadow
Holding hands of my own shadow
In
you, I seek peace…I smell death
And
I plummet into depth unknown…
P.S.—I don’t drink !
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