I become every breath that you take
As my lips press against your breasts.
We lie in a pool of tears and sweat and, and our freshly-cut emotions are strewn on the floor.
I’m a live with every movement you make;
Every curve of your body – my ultimate quest.
The morning creeps closer
Your departure is eminent…
You pull your tall slender body from under my hands
And lazily make your way across the room.Leonard Cohen sings about Chelsea HotelI
 bitter-sweetly relate
I run you a bath with a sigh
And contemplate leaving before you can
Avoiding the final goodbye.