With both hands

On this winter’s night
an uneasy sleep.
Outside the night owls crying.
They made their home
in this passing world.
Now to see both
heart and sky no longer
pause for movement.
On nights such as these,
without changing colour.
I lie awake, my passion
blazing for you.
And my hopes and
dreams go wandering.
To those long days of meeting.
With skins hanging
from such sweet lips
and fingers touching.


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