The song

I get drunk off your cantation
Your melody's a sip of gin
But when you gaze in admiration
That's when I can't hear the din

You inspire every narration
That ends up in the bin
And I'm the object of your fixation
That you just can't quite pin

I'd like to trace the constellations
All over your skin
You won't talk about cessation
You say it's not a whim

I could cross every nation
Wait out this planet's spin
But there's no likely destination
I could forget you in
And you - you'd wait a generation
To find me once again.

Determined to endure temptation
No we're not giving in
We're a viable conflation
Of two hearts merged in sin
Hoping to avoid damnation
And not let attraction win.