sleep like a rock in sinking sand
i'm stuck on you,
we are so sticky
I can't let go of your flesh
until we peel apart in the afternoon
2 am. We are always awake
nighttime loves my company
your company
I kiss your dreams onto your forehead,
early morning hours I hear the birds sing
and sew my heartaches back together
close my eyez to you smiling
open them to daggers on my pillow
we plan a new life with the wind
and then another one
all the same
and so very different.
thank you, trini for the inspiration
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