As the walls and ceiling spun
The scent of alcohol overpowered yours
With cognitive reasoning gone
It seems easier to get allured
Though the entire body was hot
You still longed for something warm
It seems permanence mattered not
As you held me with gentleness of a storm
Us, Dancing to an old tune
Unspoken of and unheard by most
And audience by none but the moon
While overwhelmed by the liquors' ghost
And as the moonlight pirouettes on skin
My hands travel from your chest to nape
You pulled me closer, as if we're melting
My skin ignited as you traced my shape
Pressing lips like never before
Shadows and silhouettes danced as one
Held closely as if tomorrow was no more
To be precise, tomorrow is when you'll be gone
Perfectly flawed, you and I
Not an 'us' nor a 'we' never 'ours'
Not fully genuine but not a complete lie
I still treasure these limited flawed hours
Always there but never mine
Always here but never yours
I still refuse to accept the signs
That ours is not an open door
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