It's 3 a.m.
it's only
you and me-
your boat bed
high above
ground,
floating on pain
abandoned days
ago

there's a glint of
sunrise
opening her arms,
stretching out her hands,
throwing her head back and
taking a breath
of tomorrow's
today,
  today...

But for a second-
for another moment,
a pause before the sun
conquers
the clandestine sky,

I'll be
engulfed in you
I cannot catch my
breath,
in you-
we're in the dark
encore
and you

are
carved out of
daybreak
shadows like
a statue
been set free