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Dreamwick
Sometimes, when the Sun is still
hiding and the least you could do is fall
awake.
But talking in your sleep will do just
fine. I’ve told you to put that clock away.
It can’t keep time anymore than
it’s time for me to get up and
get going while I still can’t see you. I know
your heat so well that the doorknob bites at
my fingertips.
This hallway needs a friend and I keep tripping
over these goddamn candles you keep
putting by my feet. How do you expect me to
redox or retox, I can’t remember which it
is if you’re leaning in the doorway. You just won’t
kiss off like you used to. Now everything is
in the way you take me by the hand
and lead my weary ass back to bed.
I have half a mind to throw those
red numbers out of the window, but it’s plugged
in.
And put that light out, you’ll
wake
yourself.
"To the love."
Published 21st Mar 2013
| Edited 22nd Mar 2013
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