Lay Awake
It is thought, not act—that is our undoing.
Kindness is the night
carrying you in ether
I lie awake within
undone, undressed
by thought alone.
Wonder where you rest
—
when wanting hums
songs upon the skin,
tattooed words unsaid
mirrored head to head.
Hands wander,
feeding quiet aches—
beneath, within,
where breath grows thin.
Carried you are like heat
against the thigh—
uninvited, relentless,
unconfessed.
bleeding over and into
peace stirred to rupture.
practiced calm,
possessed by silence,
while a body
learns to lie.
others see the face,
not how pulse obeys
thoughts not yours
but of you—
closeness becoming burn.
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Twas once said:
'Truth need not be safe—
your reality was reward.'
So here I am, the boy—
restraint frays and frays
nights bleed to days.
Bright and deep no return
down glowed amber and gold,
let touch be what we learn:
when the spark erupts
there is no choice,
only the waking night.
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