Supplicating Companionship

The pale complexion of a moon we share

Dims at the thought

Of a perfectly aimed

Toothy grin flashed from the same mouth

That weaves the silken pyjamas

I wear to lay awake in

From your mature-natured voice

I long to hear breathed

In the dreams I’m not blessed with.


For as dusk bleeds to dawn

I’m riddled with the angst

Of the speed of your time

For if it would slow,

And all faults were removed,

My time could catch up

So our moon could be shared

Through a single glass pane

And your touch, gifting me sleep

I no longer required

Would rid me the worry

You’d forever be blind.


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