Thursday, May 21, 2009

Midnight

1-2 a.m.
Sweetheart, say when.
You know I hit it kinda like your eyes hit pavement.
And light the way for me to find you. I'm sayin, 
That I am nocturnal if you are my moon.
A lotta birds don't sing for you but you know I do.
And when the other ones are sleepin you know I stay true.
And if your body were the ocean I would swim in you.
Believe me I would drink, bathe and live in you.
But as the night grows deeper.
Older.
Steeper.
We stumble into resting places.
I will see ya
When the sun sets.
Our love is not sunless.
But you are like the beauty gathered after a sunset.

Like midnight.

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