When you’re high on sin after drinking wine,
it’s pretty festive…a small get together of two…
feeling so happy…I’m talking yesterday…

Late night on the eve of long-awaited anticipation…
and so it finally arrived…three hours too late
for dessert…I’m talking about the time you…

Took off your robe and aimed for the floor…
where I was waiting, wide eyed, too easy
to take notice my life ever happened…

And there we sat worshipping a fire
with revelations…feeding it the fuel
of all my startled ammunition…

As you lay there…drunk, depressed,
incensed and feverishly gone
in your old sway of spent things…