12:59

At twelve-fifty nine I write,
what keeps this soul awake at night.
Beneath the wet stars of July,
the train of thoughts in my mind
leads to your heart and open thighs.

You give me that heartbeat I lost years back,
Now take away all that is me,
Since I’m lost —
in the beauty of us,
Lost in the beauty of this whole new possibility.

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