When I Am Awake Poem by allan who
When I Am Awake
far off
through the night,
an ajar door in a half lit room,
you are awake.
writing poetry, branding me as fire
and turning me around and
around as the soil
wafting me as an open log across
a river
whining at the waning moon
wanting me as its leaving
spectrum
and i am asleep
but why dont you believe its morning
when i am awake.
thinking, i should still sleep
dreaming of you
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