It’s the morning
You’re still here
Amid empty bottles
Lying cast aside

Each glass vessel
Spilt a secret
Opened a door
Tortured my soul

You still sleep
Curled in sheets
Looking mildly content
On cheap pillows

Last night’s joy
Tossed to memory
To dawning light
And consequences approaching

You were great
Even without vodka
Without your clothes
And without me

I could watch
You sleep forever
I’d be aroused
Just watching you

I’ll never forget
Things you did
As inhibitions fell
Our lust rose

When you wake
You’ll leave silently
Regretting every action
But still smiling

My head rings
From loud fantasies
Recollections of ecstasy
Moments of satisfaction

Somewhere lies sobriety
A thing elusive
An unwanted curse
Ending this euphoria

Should I go
Face morning demons?
Or wash myself
Praying you stay?

You will rise
In tumultuous chaos
Of tossed inhibitions
Questioning your recollections

Facing lost hours
You will wonder
Just what happened
Will it repeat

Regret faces us
Determined to accuse
We’ll stare back
Refusing to accept

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