Will this sun of theirs never set?
Won’t their buzzing ever quiet?
What value is there to be found in daylight
now that you and I have discovered
a safe place to land in each other
beneath the unseeing eyes
of a night sky
There is frankly too much
potential in your nearness
(your eager voice, the wicked
glint in your eyes)
for me to manage napping my way
through this dragging eternity;
it blinds me with desperate desire
I long to taste your sugar-spice tongue,
and every necessitous word it knows
I would immediately stop
believing in tomorrow
if you promised me tonight
So read aloud that unwritten
novel in your mind, line by line,
and trust that I will dream about it
—about you
Even if the sun never wakes us again,
visions of you will dance on for me,
like infinite pages which my
spirit’s flame must subsist on
Your name, in any alien language,
will prove cause for pause
And no matter how many moons
can be crammed into the cosmos,
none will ever matter more
than the one I experience you under;
the one for which our wait is almost over
So let us steady this
thinning patience, pale blossom,
for eventide is soon to bloom
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