45 seconds of peace
I opened my eyes
my hair afloat, and my toes kicking through the water
the ocean consumes me.
45 seconds of waves
crashing on my vessel
I am cleansed
I am new

I would have thought vomits
Stroking your face
Telling you I love you
Kissing the arch of your nose
The smile that I know so familiar
You called me a silly drunk
And under the street light I laughed
Oh my friend
I was never drunk.

It has us hidden
but visits so we know it can see us.
It holds my nose tightly and pushes hard against my forehead. 
It should hurt but it doesn't. 
A not so coy hand in my pants.
We become invisible to the rest.
Darkness.
But it's eyes gleam.
All I can see.
Sadness. 
And stolen sadness.
The two are overbearing. 
But I don't care!
I twist around and push it beneath me. 
Deep, deep, deep.
Eyes shut now.
My hair whips.
Head back.
Mouth open.
My universe expands with heavy breath.
It's sweetness and sorrow. 
But mine.

I pine for,
     crescent moons
     and star-peppered skies.

I notice and hear,
     swaying silhouettes
     and whistling night breezes.

I anticipate,
     the expiring hours
     and dew-scented earth.

I only exist in,
     extended silences
     and shattered lenses.

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