Instant of the Hour After

That's enough Out of you Tonight My darling This show is over for now The monkey is dead I detest all this drunken brawling Now let's see if you can make It into this bed How I love you How I loathe you It's a sharp, quick love I feel My darling You're not as drunk as you seem So why pretend On your cheek, that sweet Shadow falling The pulse in your neck, how I'll Know it, right to the end How I love you How I loathe you All you can say is: "Reverberating acuity." "Lousy simile." "Vacant majesty." In the instant of the hour after Well right now It's you and me. My darling Trapped here inside of this bottle Drowning like flies When the frenzy's over We're crawling Specimens Spent and exhausted We press to the sides How I love you How I loathe you