We Don'T Go Out Anymore
Dancing
In the cut of the sun
We don't go out anymore
Honey coated air
Swirling silence
Beckoning an empty mind
Lie still always fleeting
Like a memory
Roaming through echos
Of an ode to holding you
So close to quell familiar
Thoughts of diffidence
I desire to feel muted
Like curtains drawn
As I pray the haze of morning
Dew-like molasses dripping
So the day holds
Just a little longer
So we don't go out
I yearn for a quiet love
Beneath these blankets of
Tangled flesh
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