It was all spinning but here I am
Sprawled across your lilac sheets
Eyes closed sipping warm Puerto Rican rum
Shy and drunk
It was all spinning but here I am
Looking at you in repose
Still with heavy breath like a tired dog
You avoid my eyes
It was all spinning but here I am
Leaving you for the daylight
Trading pieces of each other forever
In day dreams
It was all spinning but it continues
Till the next morning yearning
Rest on a bed of lilac
Float on river of Rum,
Free, till the new moon rises
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