Night Watch

his kisses are tragic,

the pads of his fingers are hot coals searing down my spine.

his eyes drown me in a bone-crushing abyss.

when night falls, I listen to him cry in his sleep

that’s when he’s most vulnerable.

I couldn’t love him more.

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