Perhaps war is only glorious in song.
And love only true in the movies.
Words can't say how I feel for you.
When life makes for a weary soul
and tired bones, slow, stop yourself,
the life threatening to swallow you whole
as you spend it to the satisfaction of others
and lay here with me for a moment.
In the silence of the early morning
breathe deep the sweet fragrances
of salty skin and cheap cigarettes.