That night
Into the night with child I roam
The warmth of wine, the dimming light
I call an early taxi home
Not another round I moan
Kiss Judas’ cheek in dark hindsight
Into the night with child I roam
Are you okay on your own?
I’m fine I say, lost in the night
I call an early taxi home
You stagger back but not alone
Her laughter blurs your wrong from right
Into the night with child I roam
Corkscrews deepen tight then foam
You let her fire put out the wife
I call an early taxi home
As fingers dip in honeycomb
Dread fills a hole in chest with spite
Into the night with child I roam
I call an early taxi home
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