It’s been a long–
hundred-packs or more,
passion stuck embraces,
pass-that-take-that-shoot-that-give-that-gotta-gotta-have-that,
deep-sigh-song, ‘n it’s another, another dawn.
It’s been a long, long time.
There are no fingers as good as yours,
no moans as marrow deep,
no skin as home.
And it ain’t bitter,
been too long for that,
just wonder at the twain.
and it never is, never is the same.
I should’ve known that.
