Lover,
The hours in a day are short and creed
Spare thought to our blistering wind and brick
When privacy knows more of others; heed
For the light is giving out, thus be quick
As youth, abstinence is of our course none
Breathe with me, and our love will barrage
Boundaries of night and day are undone
In a marked place used by the entourage
Awaking to the smell of each other
Softly, midst drops of sunrise, do we speak
Handsomely, in my ear, your voice hovers
Leaving our joy as nothing but unique
So luxurious is our love so gay
Do impairing thoughts account only while grey
"May we be as, just as this?"
~ Xavirr Cline
