cracks

and my devotions outer crust

cracks…

we exist in the cracks

the in between times

in the 3:16s and the 11:54s

I hold you close, hold you near

the 9 to 5 is not for us, dear

we exist alone in the desert of my bed

with our fingers interlocked and my chin on your neck

with our fingers interlocked and your lips on my breast

with our fingers interlocked

we exist alone

there is no space for the world here

the world is a distant nightmare

and we are the dream

 

 

 

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