i lie awake in breathlessness...

two o'clock

seems much too restless --

ticks tock by

through eternities of sighs

and all i can do

is bite down

on a heated cry --

"it's why i'd die before

not having you tonight."

but if your body

is some far away land,

i've much to explore

before reaching

desert sands.

upon arrival

i want a backlash

of sensuality

to escape

through a quiver.

trhobbing sandstorms


i wish you to capture

the way only you can do

the colors of


as fingers

brush within,

dip into your palette --

spill your sticky paint

unto the canvas

of my palm.

bleed the colors

i've been dreaming of...

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