poems

bedtime

it's way past my bedtime
and I think that it shows,
because all I can
think of is you.
your breath falls apart as it
deepens and slows,
and I'm so fucking tired
but I'm enjoying the view.
the feel of your body is
something I know,
this is something
I've felt with few,
and I pray that the nighttime
will never go,
so we don't have to split
from one person
into two.

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