The One Who Got Away?

When we made love above the jack o’lanterns

Was I too young to know it was your booze and not my boasts

That thrust your loins upon mine (or maybe it was my work)

You were young too, clad in near-perfect Winehouse wear

We can list each other on our 27 Clubs of fifteen-minute lovers

There shall never be another minute without your surname next door

And though I still brag of your midnight passion
Will I always be fooling myself when I christen myself king of the world?

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