Distance… wait…
we are five thousand miles in between
promises and breaths you breathe
torn up shirts and torn up sheets
a secret that we never keep.
sleep now… wait….
the sun is always late to rise,
hands bound up in satin ties,
pillows muffle somber sighs,
we find poetry in curves and lines,
quiet still… wait…
I turn your head to face my skin,
inhale exhale soak you in,
raindrops sing on roofs of tin,
sheets and blankets, youthful whim.
wake up… wait…
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