Friday, 11 August 2017

3 am people



At 3 am, you turn inside out:
All knots and loose ends.....

At 3 am, turned inside out,
You are soft mush-
Damp with memories.

At 3 am, all inside out,
You are tightly wired-
A touchscreen
On sensitive mode.

At 3 am, I lie awake
In ambush;
Armed with my verse-
A lynx waiting to spring
And stake my claim on you.
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