The Spark

Your hands,

Your hands, so cold.

I want to hold.

With your warm soul,

I want to weave.

Overnight to stay awake

To look at you, so sweet.

Then gently, full of hope

to fall asleep.

Calm my sleep seems,

Hardly infinite, it will remain,

once we leave the comfort of the night.

In the daytime light,

my heart longs for you

Jumping, beating but alone,

waiting for the moment, overnight,

when we touch, and we feel the spark again.

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