Awakening III
robertthecat
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Too often the coming of dawn holds no shame
It brings meaning to ambiguity
Love to quiet passing
Tenderness to platonic friends
Your memory holds more during these early hours
Before the rountine of the mundane and properness
Fill me to the brim, until I am only
A shell of a person with no room for passion
But here, now when the dark and light of dawn mingle,
I open a place for you before my watchful gaze
To open the barren space of my suite
To dance brilliant escapades for lurking
In the nether regions of my sheets
For confessions, unwieldy and blasphemous
When my blinded truth binds us
When every stolen kiss dreamt
And caress imagined is cherished before 7:15 a.m.
It brings meaning to ambiguity
Love to quiet passing
Tenderness to platonic friends
Your memory holds more during these early hours
Before the rountine of the mundane and properness
Fill me to the brim, until I am only
A shell of a person with no room for passion
But here, now when the dark and light of dawn mingle,
I open a place for you before my watchful gaze
To open the barren space of my suite
To dance brilliant escapades for lurking
In the nether regions of my sheets
For confessions, unwieldy and blasphemous
When my blinded truth binds us
When every stolen kiss dreamt
And caress imagined is cherished before 7:15 a.m.
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