The whisper on breath
tingling on air
heavy with smoke,
and the rattling of a ceiling fan.
Should you lie awake
in knowing what should
hold blessed value?
Equal to payback
of what you now owe.
He was silent.
I was blissful.
The tender silence will never bore.
We're on a staff of judgement,
but I can't say it disturbs future.
Bright eyes and my laughter
are made of steel
Good night love.
We rest on everything that made us finally calm.
Sleep came suddenly.
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