Stumbling from the pub
My tongue becomes forked
And tickles her ear
As she breathes in air
Thickened by my whispers.
My better half sits on the corner,
Head in hands, no longer surprised
By the evenings indiscretions.
In the morning
As he checks the thermometer
And looks down at me, a nervous wreck,
He’ll speak so very softly,
I’ve looked into our heart, he’ll say,
I’ve studied the desires
That turn our blood to battery acid,
Our veins into wires
And now I know we need someone
For more than just a night
Someone like us who loves the dark
But also loves the light.
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