Waiting for a Name, any Name

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Every night, she seeks

A reason to stay.

I turn my face

So that she can't see the red

Reaching the tips of my burning skin, my ears

Surround themselves with arbitrary music

Plucked from vinyl records

She once chose out for me.

Every night she seeks

A reason to stay.

I reply that I need to go

Only if it is to keep coming back.

Every night she seeks

A reason to stay.

She sleep talks of forbidden times

Of needs, warmth and gentle fingers.

Every night, she seeks

A reason to stay.

And every night, I give in.