Too many days
And I will take a lover, or two or three
Beautiful, all of them. And for an hour, or a day....I love something
Everyone will eventually leave you. And they do
No warning (though you should have known)
There is no permanence in this world
An illusion

So the blood runs down for you, I convulse and cry for you, I taste the tears off your soft soft skin

Gone in the morning light.