I love her most in the midnightswhen the world slips into dreamscapes
and she closes her eyes
there, the world becomes conjecture
her breathing exhales stars ... one by one
rising through windows open to the dark
they spell out her name in a language only I know
ancient and beautiful
In the daylight, I remember her skin
the way it soothes like summer rain
washes off all my unholy sins
reminds me I'm worth living for
worth all my failed stories
but, the secrets, I will only whisper when she slumbers
and only my echoes wake her
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