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Midnight's Touch
Midnight's touch
is soft
Like a
sweet
It cradles
and
warms
Such that
a brisk
new breeze
From
a fire's
top
Sobs
Ripe in
serenity
But too,
thick
And
muddled
In disease.
And I,
Breath it in
Suckling
like a
child
In its
tender
warmth
Of
swirling
night
Silent
bells
Tolling
in dark
sound
against
mind.
But soon,
it becomes
too wide
Consuming
dry air
Suffocating
desperations
Injecting
drowsy delight.
And I know,
the bed
is not as
warm
nor as sweet
nor
tender
As the numbness
it feeds me
Through its
painted
spoon
Glittering
in fractured
stars.
Soon,
sunlight
passes through
Holy morning,
dawn.
No god
need
relieve
me
of sin,
Because now
midnight's touch
is buried
Deep
beneath
My skin.
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