YOU'RE 2AM


If I had to choose a time
you'd be 2AM baby, my baby
when desire creeps in--
you are open, welcoming, moist
half asleep with dreams yet to dream
you open to me with soft scents of passion


you are the notes tumbling out
of Miles' horn, insistent and sculpted
quiet while slinging thunder


with little drama you garner Oscars
understated with words underlined


you're brown whiskey and false dawns
spices from Marrakech
grass newly greening


you're Easter and Spring
renewing and rebirthing


you resurrect my love
and repair the spidery cracks
in my undernourished soul


you are the constant amongst change
the calm amongst trauma
the Llamas amongst the wild horses


your love envelopes me
landing lightly on my dimming dreams
you're solace and tranquility
you're 2AM baby, my baby

from:"ALL THE GOODBYE PLACES"
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