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Midnight
 





Long after i have slipped...deep...
into my midnight-sparkled bed, i position
myself in such a way, so my body lies

directly, parallel...to the sky,
with the window, just a blush open...curtains
drawn away,.. so the moon appears to be
resting, on the wings ...
of my brow...

so if i hold..
my palms out...i can almost feel...
the shift in the winds, and change...
in constellations, the rise and fall
in the city’s chest

clearly hear...the music
in my mother’s breathing,
and the dreams... in my father’s snoring
...October’s fading laughter....

so if i reach out...
just a little further ...i can almost
touch you...almost...
almost... lace my fingers ...
through yours...
whisper, in your ear...

almost sweep you
away....in the ebb
and flow of me

so even if i toss
and turn, unable to dream, i’m still cast ...
in the sapphires and diamonds
and cool-wind tugs of you

so when I finally begin to drift
into sleep, your memory is the...first
and the moonlight
the last, to kiss my face.



By dazedforever

© 2012 dazedforever (All rights reserved)

 

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