Saturday, January 27, 2018

Midnight



Midnight
a new day blooms
as lightening splits the sky

my lover sleeps through
thunder
but I feel a pale regret
for lips not kissed
for limbs not stroked
for breasts not caressed
for love not consumed.

She sleeps restless as
humidity steals breath,
breezes licking our skin
from the fan in the ceiling.

I lie and dream
of softness entered.

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