Unconventional Lovers

Pillows and blankets Shaped in a 'V', Bottles and pills In a wrapper-filled sea. Drool on our faces Clothes on the ceiling. These are the nights My heart is healing. My head on your feet Your toes in my hair, A repulsive aroma Sweetens the air. It's the puddle of glop Is that yours or mine? It doesn't matter We'll both decline. Though we both know it's yours You somehow persuade, And I clean up the mess You swiftly evade. I open the blinds To see what we've missed, You gripe and you grumble But comply when you're kissed. An hour to be active Before it's once again night, An hour to argue And tickle and fight. All showered and groomed Clothes still on the ceiling, These are the days My heart is healing. The sky turns to black From the momentary blue, But my day isn't wasted When I'm wasting with you.