drive on through the night
when the wind feels high
the stars nigh on winking
my hand soft on your thigh
fly home before the sunrise
wake me with a tender kiss
feast me with lilac flowers
rewarmed by an April sun
sing to me of specific acts
committed with no remorse
to precede the main event
which has been called off
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