our window whispers
quiet, low
murmuring at most
breathing slow
there will be time
to know what knowing needs,
time to tell our darkest dreams—
save those thoughts
if the sun does not rise
warm our bodies between the blinds
I want to say I held you in the still
waiting for the day
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 5:49 AM UTC
our window whispers
quiet, low
murmuring at most
breathing slow
there will be time
to know what knowing needs,
time to tell our darkest dreams—
save those thoughts
if the sun does not rise
warm our bodies between the blinds
I want to say I held you in the still
waiting for the day
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