I don't know,
of what troubled this man,
he would come each night
fuck like a godamn dream,
and after it,only his silence spoke..
he would never go to sleep in hope.
puff a cigarette one after the other.
he would drown himself in smoke until dawn
and then disappear at bay to the lost..
i wonder what did his misery cost.
he smelled like he missed somebody
he found her eyes in my deprived body.
he made love like it was meant to be.
and puffed a cigarette like it was never meant to be.