Saturday, March 22, 2008

Is Night

Is night, and I am beautiful-

graced with all the beauty

the alcohol suffusing your veins

can credit me with.

Come morning,

the alcohol burnt off-

all my blemishes seen,

morning breath on my kiss;

will you love me the same

Oh love of the moment?


For some reason this reminds me of Iwaya. I penned it in a bar.



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