The night turns oh so quickly into day
And still we cannot rest, well not for long
A quick chat, then we turn another way
And once again the feelings return, strong
Turning, returning, feeling we belong
Belonging, feeling strong for so long; dawn
Coming and going like a summer song
The early daylight comfortably worn
By your pale skin, my darker skin, both torn
From hot imprisoning bedclothes that weigh
Restricting free movement of hands along
Your sides. And now we both know as your yawn
Disturbs the precious silence, we must say
Good night, good day, some sleep now won’t be wrong
Sat 8 Nov 2008
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