Sinatra Fills My Ears

Sinatra spills beyond my ears, and clears my mind's trends. . .
Drawing away the guards of raw truth. . . "I've got you under my skin. . . "
Warm thrills humming along my spine, Svadishana's second wind. . .
Too deep to know by body alone, too beautiful to defend. . .

When I light a cigarette, the fire becomes your grace. . .
Each hit persuades, becomming my desire's mantra
Condemning denial as a shallow fate
And, I can't help but hum a little Sinatra. . .