there is something
so revealing about the dark.
the water twists around my ankles,
your name twists around my heart.
there is something
so freeing about a sleeping sun.
I shiver on these awake summer nights,
dripping and frozen and I would still do it again.
there is something
so dangerous about the letters night pulls from my lips.
I don’t know if I would say this tomorrow.
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"...there is something
so freeing about a sleeping sun..."
A magnificent description of night. Enjoyed this poem - slc