where the sweetness lays
moisture forms like condensation
on glass from humidity
joy lingers by the candle's glow,
long into the night
with lunar beam comes a sweet dream
--half reality, half fantasy
I wake at dawn, stretch and yawn,
languid in your arms
knowing when you slip
inside this vaporous mist
I'll catch you when you fall
I'll catch you when you fall
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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