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4:03 AMthe haggardness of night grips me.
my body, rocking to the darkness' rhythm
like a virgin's first climax
as to death's first kiss.
i array myself in the moon's shadow.
consume it, control it, lost within it.
my eyes roll back in my head, finding the blackness that
lightens the night.
the strain of weary muscles reminds me of time.
too long, weary fingers flutter through tangled hair
no breath to take another puff of the cigarette.
no spine to hold up the soul.
anything is possible.
my shadow cloak takes it's true form.
a writhing mess of agony and sunlight.
everything i can't escape.
creeping fingers caress my throat and wrists,
fingernails in sensuous gestures across
bringing a melting to the leftover
feminine in me.
the sharpness of those nails is not
sleep. please. take my eyes and nail them shut.
escape the cloak, the touching, the ecstasy and pain.
let me not sob a name, choking it against a pill
the gypsy girlI've often longed to trace your lips
With fingers unused to touch,
And watch you as I gently sip
A taste that is too much.
My breath has caught because of you
When you walk into the room,
I've dreamt long nights of what I'd do
To be held within your bosom.
The hollow in your supple neck
Can drive me to my knees,
The thought of you makes me a wreck
And you know, and you delight, and you tease.
But you can't run, my gypsy girl
And hide from me forever.
Your flirting ways have begun to whirl
And you can't hide, no matter how clever.
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