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Symphony #7: Sunrise Sonata

I am not your sunrise lover.

I am 10pm

after a hard days labor.

Dinners cooked and kitchens cleaned.

Lazy hands trace

limp bodies.

Breath softens and bodies roll.

 

But I am not your sunrise lover

 

I am midnight moon

high in the sky

eyes thrown back and

thighs open wide.

Sweat drips

breath thick

blood rushing in our lips

body quivers

spirits moan

 

But I am not your sunrise lover

 

I am 2am

secrets whispered through

heavy voices and drooping eyes

true selves revealed

under the cloak of night.

Bodies held close

-which is yours?

-which is mine?

It doesn't really matter

I'll be gone before dawn

Because I am not your sunrise lover...

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chris-tyler-young
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Jan 30, 2014
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