At 03:59,
I am ravishing in rubble,
screaming the house down,
as you kiss me,
kiss me
kiss me
kiss me
kiss me
kiss me
kiss me
seven times.
I photosynthesise,
before your very eyes,
and you nod in approval,
tucking me in,
under the beams,
of my bedroom sky,
with quiet concern,
for the snide neighbours.
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