at night
you seem to come
to me
through the warmth
& the quiet dark
between
the narrow slit
of the moon
& the cold champagne
that rests glassed within my
fingertips
I've seen you too often
in the day
& there aren't many words
as we burn
underneath our angry
sun
you look your most
handsome
when you dress in
black
& I would never dare
turn my back
upon you
even if I promised
my own heart
that
you weren't worth the
wait
Jul 26, 2012
Jul 26, 2012 at 2:51 AM UTC
at night
you seem to come
to me
through the warmth
& the quiet dark
between
the narrow slit
of the moon
& the cold champagne
that rests glassed within my
fingertips
I've seen you too often
in the day
& there aren't many words
as we burn
underneath our angry
sun
you look your most
handsome
when you dress in
black
& I would never dare
turn my back
upon you
even if I promised
my own heart
that
you weren't worth the
wait
I will wait and breathe and die
& wait again
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