Those Few Hours

Vividly I remember the room,
as it was revealed with the break of dawn.
The curtains were drawn over the windows,
to let not any light break our sleep.

But somehow, morning had found a crevice to creep in.
And I looked around the scatter.
The cheap liquor guzzled in excitement,
that whiskey then took over the night.
Soft and silent, the darkness leaned on me,
I assumed it were your tresses, and then let be.
The banter loitered around the corner,
some words had slipped and fallen on the floor.
In her effort to pick them up,
she fell too.
Or was it I who had fallen?

Her caress on my shoulders felt like dewdrops,
and her breath which hung on my neck,
insisted that we be swayed away.
We had pulled the blankets over our bodies,
to let not any sight break our dream.
But somehow, moonlight had found a space between us.
And I was blinded by her beauty.
What remains now is her smell on the pillow,
It has lingered on my body, worn my clothes.
A winter song through the window, tickled me
I believed it was your kiss, and then let be.
Few hours were found in my pocket,
it's yours, I'll hang them behind the door.
In my effort to bring order,
I was left in chaos.
Is this the damage you do?