Morning
I’ll leave the sheets as you desert them,
unmade, twisted.
Keep the last kiss you give me,
silent, rough with yearning.
Hold the darkness of night as we talk,
the blacks, whites of stars. Forever.
Won’t eat to keep you in my mouth
or drink to have you there, in my throat.
I’ll let the room remain still, not stagnant
but fostering. Growing.
Daylight would smash it all.
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