A Room Of Unfolding Treasures

You stretch out on my bed, why my bed?
Singing to Felt
And it is without doubt
The most beautiful thing I have ever seen

Salty kisses in which we partake
Are making my heart ache
With fear and happiness
Rolled into one like a pot yoghurt

I am an array of flavours
Delicate to touch
I am a room of unfolding treasures
My love on the run

Sat there smoking,
blowing ringlets
You say 'imagine being Lou Reed'

I can't imagine, I'm fixed on you
I'm hooked
I'm faithful to your beauty and wit

Only three more days
and we'll be in Milan
Only one more kiss
and I promise I'll leave

Why don't you leave?
Pretending isn't your speciality
Here we are in a loving tenement
Listening to radio 4 and snorting drugs

It's never the same two things
And someone will get hurt;

In one way or an another

That's why I have to go
Leave you with my copy of Verlaine
And say farewell
Just this one last time