Morning After
Alas, twenty-to-seven
Awakened, the morning light.
Sheets, alcohol stained – rendered sweat,
Last night’s snow, the purest of white.
Passions spent, last evening’s game,
Emotions rent – cold breath, no respite
Intimate touch? Not the same,
Each life’s individual – right?
Last night’s intent, softly
Traverse your downy path.
Defiling your sanctuary
Unintentional, yet invasive wrath.
Silent fears,
Sleepiness washed away,
Costly fears,
Of what we dread each day.
No more the rest
Of peaceful breath to share.
Bed sheets stressed
As we portend to care
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