Grecian

I lay beside you; tasting apprehension

            Trading glances, hand fumbling on the close

            Is this reality? That I know of, no convention

            Hands sliding down- we're feeling, here goes

 

            Soldiers in foreign lands, drowning in rapture

            Hands clutching, holding on for life

            Feeling, we're reeling. The moment, I capture

            You guide me, steady as the surgeon's knife

 

            What's a boy to do, when it's said and done

            When we lay haggard, basking in the aftermath

            Silence- breathing easing- are we two or one?

            Will you think of me again as the days slip past

                        The boy or the fool, what part do I play

                        As I stumble through my front door, as you drive away?

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