Lay back and let the room spin
While the sticky gleam of glossed lips
Coats confused, sweetened hands
With a reminiscent tingle of soft breathing

Take restless nights and worn out days
Circling the infinite indecision
Over the close distant or the distanced close
Of falling into bright eyes and gentle arms

Rouged and waiting
Missed and wanting

Sugared and shimmering
Wanted and yearning

No choice
But seeping pain

Lay back and let the room spin, with drunken shame
It didn't take long to realise
The safest place was not her arms, but her eyes
Where she can't see you
For her gaze, it blisters;
Grey skin to cinders
I keep coming back to read this. Really wish I could criticize it. Really it's just very well delivered. Only thing I can say is the ending envokes a lot of hazed memories.