Everybody sleeps,
you and I are wide awake.
Making these hours special
as we wait for the dawn.
Our toes are sharing the friction
while the dust on air spell
the letters of love.

Rush in a
matter of surprise,
we wait for our
emotions to collide.



About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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