awake at the darkest
hour of the morning
I send my thoughts
far back in time
to another hour
a woman beside me
stirs and enters
the vast silence
of the universe
and together
half asleep
we make slow
and comfortable love
without language
without personality
perfect
(I wish I comprehended
this at the time)
hour of the morning
I send my thoughts
far back in time
to another hour
a woman beside me
stirs and enters
the vast silence
of the universe
and together
half asleep
we make slow
and comfortable love
without language
without personality
perfect
(I wish I comprehended
this at the time)
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