What if this is our last night?
Would you have me or spare your pain?
What are kisses, if our last?

Drawings on my back with touches.
Scratches and blood stains on your neck.
Last fumbling dance, falling apart.

Only one night, becoming us.
Tell me all things left here unsaid.
Secrets do tell, sweet words please spell.

We are lovers of lag time nights
growling, howling each other’s air.
Madness are what life left us with.

I know you leave in the morning
leaving me naked begging ‘more’.
A calligraph note by the stains;

”Remember love will leave you sore”