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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Reality and I have quarrelled. This is where I go so he can't find me, my Other Place. Here I can spin my Fancies and Fiction, as I wander among the Stars and listen as they whisper their secret to the moon. My name is Annie, I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself. I love cats, listening to the blues, the mountains more than the beach, being lazy, writing my fancies and fiction and I also love to crochet. That's me and this is my Other Place.

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