In the lights,
I felt my breath.
In the washes of sound,
I felt each guard begin to shed.
Home was in your arms,
Your heartbeat was the symphony.
Face sunk deep in my neck,
The cradle of harmony.
Making love to the silence of the mouth,
The noises of the streets,
Sitting idle with the stars,
Laid on your back to their defeat.
In the gaze of life,
A never ending happy unrest.
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