The light shoots out of the bulb,

like fire from a cannon into my skull,

I roll over in agony, defeated,

I cover my face with your pillow,

it smells like you.

 

"Oh, baby," the kid voice comes out,

I feel a warm body jump onto me,

press me with your light weight.

 

The soft, wet kisses find my neck,

and I love you then.

 

Soon I fall back into a dream;

my mind moved on, 

the smile stayed;

that ship sailed.