When the sunset
hits the trees
my energy rises,
as does my breath,
almost in tandem.
My ears unpop
after 12o clock,
much like a reverse pumpkin
out of a fairytale.
The silence is decompressing.
My body relaxes
and I feel hale.
I crave those moments I have to myself.
That cold night air is intoxicating.
As is the neighbourhood sleeping.
I am alone.
Let sleep take its time to catch me.
I need an hour of reprieve.
The only sound, the sound of you
and I breathing rhythmically.
I can stay, forever,
just like this
and never get bored.
And never feel unloved. Ever.
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