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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