Confessions of youth
In the midnight hours
After the love-making
Words play between us
To and fro
It is as if
Only in the darkest hours
Truth disturbs the Milky-Way
And I hate the hour
When the dawn arrives
To chase away
Our Milky-Way
As the sun pokes
Fun at us
Our eyes meet
And our backs turn away
mark king
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