4am
 
try not to wake the rest of the house
when you wet your feet with stray silver
and steal a midnight drink, chill your lips.

try not to wake them as you pull the bedroom door shut slow, soft
as you crawl into me curl your dark head into me, slow, soft
whispering…don’t wake…
murmurs…i barely understand
i think you said i love you.
i love you too
water and moonlight.

By Siddhartha

© 2006 Siddhartha (All rights reserved)

 

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