It would be the 11th
Six seconds off a midnight,
Within sounds of a ticking clock,
And howls of hungry dogs

Your breath,
like the wind,
Warming my chest
At the tempo of your heart

How delicate and calm,
The lines on your face,
That smile when you sleep,
A sunrise in the night

That I would wish,
To watch,
Till the first rays of the morrow,
Colour your tender skin

I stand tall in day,
But crash within your arms
This thumping heart,
The evidence of my flaw

A beautiful flaw,
To know love,
To understand her ways,
And finally feel whole.

Thank you love,
Good morning