Too many things can hide
in the cover of darkness.
The warmth of your body
and shallow breaths, sleep,
while my feet walk over
sidewalks lining alternating
bricks and blossoms.
I catch streetlamps in the corners
of my eyes and, to the south,
the city bleeds red, suffocating starlight.
Hollow thrum of distant engines,
the people are moving still.
in the cover of darkness.
The warmth of your body
and shallow breaths, sleep,
while my feet walk over
sidewalks lining alternating
bricks and blossoms.
I catch streetlamps in the corners
of my eyes and, to the south,
the city bleeds red, suffocating starlight.
Hollow thrum of distant engines,
the people are moving still.
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