Lost at 3 am

Your face comes to my sight

I study the beauty of you

Your face takes me into the light

I take note of your face

Your face shifts before my eyes

I slip into another place

Your ghost pulls me into the abyss

I see, then become whole again

You helped me find our light and love

I get lost at 3 am in words of you

You want me to write the story of us

I will write about when you were the Pharaoh

and

I was your gold and bronzed queen of the Nile

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clarissawoodwrites

I spin words from a different space • music, the sea, and nature makes my words spin • ex-lawyer • I love turning ideas on their head •

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