beauty, love, men, poetry, women

things i say whilst you sleep

Kiss me like I’ve returned

From death

And didn’t look back at you

On the return journey

Tell me I’m your man,

Because although I’d rather do

The right thing and receive no reward

Than avoid punishment for the wrong act.

You’re the reason I don’t drink

Like I used to

The high from you makes wine

Like water

But I’ll show over telling you

And remain in place

The soil in which the brightest blooms of you

Shall grow

And when the world sleeps

I lay there, looking at the ceiling

Your breath tickling the hair on my chest

And tell you all this

So I am not humiliated by such

Earnest displays, even if you do not hear them

Still, I whisper,

Still.

 

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