This is such a dark room
that needs a dust & broom
and two lovers' attention,
if I had a cane to raise,
but I'll fall so suddenly.

Lost within my tomb,
cobwebs are on the rise,
Silently is the tune,
If I could kiss you on the cheek,
I may see some colour,
return back to my face,
and moist becomes the lips,
that fingers run as they trace.

Fabric as silky as lover's sheets,
thumping goes the heart beat,
sweat of a night's exhilaration
Happiness like stolen rations
And war time returns to peace.