rendezvous
she spends her days praying
and by night holds your hand
when the stars are touchable
she brought you into her world
and had you entirely expose her
item by item and kiss by kiss
you didn’t know what to think
you just did as she said
and she never did let you rest
in the dark of the morning
you made it back home
safely in your bed
as if nothing ever happened
february two thousand thirteen
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