2:01 A.M.



The 

words

awaken me

like a bellicose

paramour

at 2:01 a.m.;

tumescent

with purpose

and anxious for attention.



They

roll around

nude on the

dross of salvaged dreams

attempting to find

the thought that will

bring us both to

orgasm. 


Le petit mort always seems to be just one letter away.



© 2013 abruvanamedsly


2:01

1 comment:

  1. I always adore the way you entice images to my mind. Having been a victim of words whispering me to stumble from the warmth of my sheets to the stark ones of my journal I can so relate. Oh and the Le petit mort always seems to be just one letter away.....<3 that :)

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