Confessions of youth <br /> In the midnight hours <br />After the love-making <br /> Words play between us <br />To and fro <br /> It is as if <br />Only in the darkest hours <br /> Truth disturbs the Milky-Way <br />And I hate the hour <br /> When the dawn arrives <br />To chase away <br /> Our Milky-Way <br />As the sun pokes <br /> Fun at us <br />Our eyes meet <br /> And our backs turn away<br /><br />mark king<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/confessions-of-the-milky-way/
