***End come to soon***
Break some bread
The night's been blessed
With a neverendingness
But none the less
End come too soon
Sweet concubine
The night's divine
In a never ending line
Of lovers
End come too soon
On the cusp
Both of us
Without any maybes
But musts that carry us
To the end too soon
Ink begins to blot
My eyes are blood shot
They've seen things they wish they had not
But it won't stop
The end coming too soon
Whose butter fingers read me like brail?
Whose dirty mouth would have made Mary hail?
Whose wholesome heart had bore down on me?
Who ushers dreamers into such harems
Whose skin looked waxen
In the failing light?
Who down right danced me
Like a sailing kite
The end it came and went too soon