Drunk on Sex Fumes

Scratched out the glass-painted stories on your shore.
Swept up the wine-coloured liquid off the floor.
Search-lights picked out everything you came
Tolled up the high notes,
Tallied up to ten.

Drunk on sex-fumes.
Drunk on, hate.
Moving landscapes
With the sweet that’s on your sweat.

Hitting windows.
Smashing, doors.
There’s a life outside there somewhere
But I’m searching you for more.

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