You pick me up at eight

You’re well dressed 

After a long day.

You bring me close to your face,

Put your lips to me,

Clasp mine in between yours.

Tonight, you’re sad, lonely

Looking to unwind, let go.

Today’s been long, tiring,

You need a distraction,

Your hand trembles as you hold me,

But you won’t let go of me.

Paolo Driussi