Last night his eyes asked me
How it feels in here, inside me
I bit my lip, how do I answer,
The same way he has asked?
Sending silent waves through
this darkness?
Light scares me away
So I rest in his custody all day
While his palms lightly cover
my eyes as he closes his
Maybe that is why
Even orange days seem like blue nights
And when the true night falls,
Even the early dusk is a cold black midnight.
I've never felt cold when he holds me.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 9:05 AM UTC
Last night his eyes asked me
How it feels in here, inside me
I bit my lip, how do I answer,
The same way he has asked?
Sending silent waves through
this darkness?
Light scares me away
So I rest in his custody all day
While his palms lightly cover
my eyes as he closes his
Maybe that is why
Even orange days seem like blue nights
And when the true night falls,
Even the early dusk is a cold black midnight.
I've never felt cold when he holds me.
His shoulder wet with my tears,
My heart painted with his warmth.
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