92.

The sea of pink gossip
Turns blue turns black
The sadness of your hands
Swim in it with me
The distance between
The most impassioned lovers
As beautiful as the lonely
Shelter the pink from gossip
If not from 3AM
When I might as well
Be no more lonely for you
Than I would be
If you were here
When I'm tired,
As I am now,
Almost on the verge
Of the sleep within your arms