You wish to scratch my skin and watch it bleeding

perhaps to suck the essence of my starlight?

Our mad affair is something like a bar fight

we bite and punch, with neither one conceding.
 

I kick you in the head with innuendo

you counter with an uppercut of crying

that quickly turns to threats and blame implying

I throw the towel to stop this mad crescendo.
 

You fall into my arms and vow forever

I kiss away your dark indignant sorrow

and wonder if we'll both survive tomorrow

you ask if I would leave you - I say: Never.
 

A timely truce agreed that lasts till morning

another day of war breaks with the dawning.

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