Waiting on the Night

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It never happened

But I want it too

To be held in air, wanting

To be held

Where the skies

Are full of clouds

And stars – rain coming down

Loving wrong – loving twisted

Who wants pretty – I

Want arguments – dark passion

Pleasure of half – beauty

It’s worth it – It’s night

The silence of darkness

Fingertips rain tripping down

From the sultry sky to

Find me in the dark

Lips meet, the breath

Of everything is damp and warm

Breathing each other’s breath

We lie in lavender silence

Deep sighs – entangled bodies

And I become the

Sky waiting on the Night

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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