It Rhymes This Time Poem by David Blake

I need things that no one can seem
to explain, I need your love and I am
very fond of your pain. Dancing half
naked in the light loving the memory
of last night I sing until sometime late
into the afternoon. Dreamers and
lovers, dirty deeds things we only tell
our friends, and yet no one really
knows how much we love deep into
the night. No saints, sweet and
tainted this affair that can only end
badly, yet we roll the dice and carry
on until the enviable end.
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