night thoughts 1:48

I awake to the
erotic rhythm of rain,
nourishment for a mind
craving the tactile presence
of skin on skin.
Imagination stirred
by subtle movement and
the silhouette of your lips.
Humidity broken
by soft summer sounds.
The night carries a
familiar scent at 1:48.
Were you not here,
where would I discover
this nocturnal interruption?
Were you here, how
would I know?
There is nowhere else to go.




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