Navy Cut blues

Every night when Ms. Slumber invades
the privacy of the master and mistress,
time finds me sneaking to the loo,
my comfort zone in times untrue.

My cancer stick lodged firm in my fingers
I light away my midnight blues.
I breathe in deep to my lungs relief
as my heart slows down and smiles a bit.

Its strange that I find you when I
got nothing to find and nowhere to go,
my oldest friend, my killer, my love;
I’d choose you over any other dove.

The exhaust fan keeps our affair a secret,
And the window provides you with the surest escape.
I need you, I want you, I love you, I hate you,
and no night shall I end, without a kiss from you.