A Wake: Sleep

Wake me up from
sleep with a
kiss leaving
an aftertaste of sadness.

Sad-flavoured kisses
wake me from my
sleep. A delay
in the day as

we lay here – entwined.
Give me a moment to
dwell in this place before
a say, to ruin the silence and
taste.

Before we leave
may we leave
ourselves
for a while.

Sad-flavoured kisses
before we part. Realise
me into life and cradle
me before you leave.

I know not when I see you,
or the next time I’ll have
a chance to leave.

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