These cigarettes don't taste like your lips anymore
And your flavour no longer lingers on my tongue
That short lived dance we undertook in the pale breaking light
Has finally faded into the background of my mind
And my hands are not as cold.
Sleep, feel free to come again
We put you off so long before
We told you not to come
As we piled our pasts, one on top of the other
To see how high we could build this beauty
Until time tore it down, as we knew it should
Frozen clocks cannot command horizons
And dawn does not take its cue from our desires
A hint of rain, a hurried glance
A minute stretched unto its end
And yet you stayed just long enough to comment on the colour of my eyes.
Twice I begged what wasnt mine to ask
And twice you kept the secret to yourself
Our breath quickened, our pulses raced
But not once did we forget ourselves
I did not lose myself to you
For the memories of morning are all I needed anyway
Because truth be told, I do not have much else to give
And doubt I ever will.
This mistaken longing has once again reaffirmed itself as carnal instinct
And I have never felt so free.