by Brahnz

A December eve
finds me lost
in the beauty of the night
tossing thoughts of you back and forth
if I had known
that love would be this sweet
I would have cancelled the dawn
and ignored the sun
we sit upon the couch
black exterior
extending itself
to our moment of need
I asked nothing of her
I simply took her

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