breathing in the cigarette
            smoke, your hands around my
                        waist, oh what we have, it’s a
                                    kingdom, blurred at the edges like a
                                                dream.
it’s easy to count our haves and
            have-nots, but I’d rather not and just spend
                        time, standing here with you like a
                                    schoolgirl, fantasizing at the
                                                window.
because in the end
            everything, all in my
                        life, just blurs together like
                                     droplets, droplets of rain on fogged
                                                 glass.
stay with me, I beg of
            you, you’re what gives me my
                        glow, oh good no need for my
                                    pleas, I like how you keep your
                                                promise.
because words of everlasting love mean
            nothing, they’re just the poison of emotion if they’re only
                        words, but you’ll stand with your hands at my
                                    waist, with you in boxers and me in sheer
                                                silk.