don’t go.
here the only eyes are ours.
the easy breath of night will halt the sun
and drown the scattered, pressing noise of day;
stay,
we’re safe entangled,
skin’s adhering warmth upon our backs,
and whispered lyrics tugging at my ear;
stay here,
brilliant and improbable,
and with our several hands we'll hold this space
till all our rhythms sync to soft and slow;
don’t go.
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