Waking Magic

Rest against me,

I remain constant

Sure and knowing,

Stirred to brute action,

By virtue of want,

How I could crush you

Beneath it’s substance,

The constant dance of you,

Knows how I match your

Ceaseless sweet movement

With certainty.

Kiss me goodnight

At noon,

Time and space

Are affectations

For with me,

It is only now

And as you soften

With  a brush of my fingers,

The world slides away

Before it begins.


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