When I Am Awake - Poem by allan who
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
whining at the waning moon
wanting me as its leaving
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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