Ante Meridiem
I lie softly naked
watch your skin
and taste your coming absence
(You don't have to go)
But those are words
and like the silky darkness
They can't be found in the morning
The breathtaking thunder and the erotic touch
in the lightings
flaming on the slow
movement of the two of us
And soon it will start raining
the sky will grow silent
And I will be alone
Pretend to sleep when you
collect your clothes and starlight
Wish I could whisper
(You don't have to go)
Poetry by CC
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Written on 2006-09-02 at 11:37
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