Pirouettes

Paid my debts, compliments for pirouettes
And lying post-duet, “all I know is I have no regrets.”
So she said as she rose from her rose red bedspread
I let her know I’d let her go, expecting better luck to show
I set my hopes to rest with the rest of the dope on her bedside table;
A lovely bowl of dreams to hold…I’ve smoked since I was 10 years old.
I should quit but I’m not able.

Your side of the mattress is cold and so flat, less the weight of your heat next to mine, it’s
Easily ninety degrees in this room, but I think I might freeze without you…alone we entwine.

I watched her sleep, a quixotic pastime to keep, I know. But Oh, the realist seeps into my bones…so I walked as she dreamed and seemed to talk of lips locked.
I let her know I’d let her go, expecting better luck to show
I set my hopes to rest with the rest of the dope on her bedside table;
A lovely bowl of dreams to hold…I’ve smoked since I was 10 years old.
I should quit but I’m not able.

Your side of the mattress is cold and so flat, less the weight of your heat next to mine, it’s
Easily ninety degrees in this room, but I think I might freeze without you…alone we entwine.

Reflecting through empty wine glasses, the morning light shines through the door. I follow the source till my bed [heart] isn’t yours and my conscience burns no more.