So this is fucking off by degrees    and I suppose we turned out to be not-quite-Hawaii    but I can float back to sleep    cause at least you're lying to me    like music that dances from glowing apartments    as shadows entwine into a creamy darkness    like jewelry hung down from rich silhouettes    portrays on the sidewalk where wetness reflects    all the colours of evening and the onset of lights    like the promise of nothing, sweet nothing, tonight.      So this is enacting ecstasy    and I suppose we turned out to be bathroom graffiti    but I can float back to sleep    cause at least you're lying to me    like shoveling hope into the infinite us til the world surges in yelling, 'this is a drug bust'    might turn up the heat and make us into one person    but then the temperature plunges    and the predicament worsens    til we're a fleck of new snow on the eyelash of a cow and we melt away, melt away,