4AM
The tides were low
as we sat on the boat,
beached far into the shore
and the susurrus of the sea at night
sighed at the woven tapestry
of a sky full of stars
twinkling in anticipation.
I sit in silence and drink her presence
Flames dancing in my eyes like those stars
sparks on the brink of desire
as her chest rises and falls to a syncopated beat
and I am once again consumed.
I was not
Dewy-eyed Tithonus, for whom the endless day
Yielded naught but the wretchedness of living
Nor sleep-filled Endymion
Esconced helplessly in a dream
No, I am awake
And she is here.
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