one Night,
she and you will meet
in a dream.
though the Days
be dry and long,
Night will come.
the coolness of her kiss
brush your thirsty lips,
and her sigh
your breath.
you fall
into her arms.
sweet Night!
she rocks you slow
and whispers her love,
should you whisper yours.
she keeps you in her eyes
as you gently
close your own.
you’re home.
she’s in your dream
alone.
you’re home.
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