Taste the time
Between each
Tick
To waste
Away
The waiting
Hours
Before birds
Begin
To strip
Night's darkness
Down
To imminent
Dawn

Touch
The space
Between skin
And bone
With tenderness
We are
Broken still
Not yet
Revealed by
The unkind
Rising sun
In silhouettes
Of shattered
Souls

Shiver
For the
Salty sins
Of lovers
Lending sugar
To the sour
Lives of
One another
Under covers
Woven out of
Cosmic whispers
That murmur
The word
Of morning

Kiss the thoughts
That chase
That smile
To the corners
Of your
Senseless lips
Numbed by bitter
Narcissism
Bit back
Before the harsh
Light of
The sun showed
The lies told
And heard

Wander through
The passing
Winds
Weaving words
Of silent
Sounds
A sussurus
Of unlit streets
Telling tales
Of your small
Bare feet
Leaving little
Footprints on the
First light's breeze

Smell the desire
Caught in
Dewdrop sentiments
The madness
In the dampened
Minds of men
****** to be
Unsatisfied with
The cold moon's
Movements across
Unforgiving skies
Towards an
Unconvincingly
Carved horizon

Crawl at last
Into the light
And rest  
The remainder
Of your
Sweet sanity
That has tasted time
Untouched by shivers
Or kisses that wander
The breezes that
Smell like
Insomnia or a
Fear of the
Unknown