you, Night.



Every time your majestic hands
Find their way to me
And your lofty palms tickle me.
You make me vulnerable.

Every time you lie down 
With your dormant desires
And scatter all over me.
You make me vulnerable.

Every time you whisper your
Drunk and dark howling to me 
And awake my inert mind.
You make me vulnerable.

Every time your chilled gaze 
shake something in me.
And you make me vulnerable.

You make me dream.
You make me think.
You make me want.
You make me feel.
You make me alive 
Your darkness enlightens me
And you make me vulnerable.

Every time I know what you'll bring 
And yet every time I await..
For you,
Night.
To make me vulnerable.

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