Midnight Sensation

I want your midnights
Nestled between our evenings
And dawn skin to skin

Let me sleep and rise
But always with this sense that
You are close at hand

A phone call or text
A joyous shout down the stairs
Or scooch to confirm

I have this sense that
The way midnights now proceed
Are quite unnatural

I have this sense that
In the way I have described
Evermore they'll pass

I have this sense that
Tides rise inexorably
Surging toward this time

I have this sense that
I can feel your skin sometimes
Even with this space

Midnight sensations
Terms scattered as they may be
All lead us back home 

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