by The night passes
like a cheap whiskey:
it burns me.
It calms me
like a hot shower,
like a sweet dream.
It excites me
like an evening gown,
like a flash of skin.
It frightens me
like a coming storm,
like a night without stars.
It saves me
like a fierce embrace,
like unconditional love.
Like a long draw on a cigarette,
the night passes through me,
and I taste the fire.
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A (wise) man of two faces 
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