Nighttime

About a goyle...(what else?)...


Nighttime


When Night takes you away from us
And I'm alone, all to myself
I sometimes allow little whimsical journeys
To envelop my skin

Your sublime and statuesque lips
-a gift you could not possibly recognize-
They smile back at my heart

Sculpted nose and eyes
The beauty of ten thousand generations
How I've worshiped you!
Every inch belongs in my mouth

Sleeping, all is pure
How could that delicate, childlike face
So innocent in slumber
Be the same?

The same face that can scorn
With such abandon
Or hold cigarettes
With such joy

How tragic it is
To breathe near another's breath
To feel the housing of their heart
To want to cover their entire being
With affection, with warmth
And have it all be so fleeting
So sleepy and distant

When Night takes you away
I stare at all the kisses
That belong on your face
The ones I should have planted
The ones I wish you felt

I know you'll feel them someday


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