it's late

it will always be
more one than the
other.

it's in the air
sweeter scents
and better tastes;
prettier words.

it's in the stars
and in you.

to sleep and to see him
and to wake to him;
things you can foresee.

before this,
you never thought of solidity, but:
rock eroded to an hourglass shape
the middle too thin;
about to break.

affairs are never fair,
and you know this well
and perhaps when you wished for it
it was a way to punish yourself
for what was exemplified to you.

but why should it be you
who is punished?

all you feel is,
this time you're open
and scared of what could happen.
always before you felt chained
or hidden.

scale-covered demon:
the children's mothers
hid their young from you.

but now you have someone
whose pretty words washed you,
cleansed away all the hate
and you feel as if you could curl up
with him forever

and not feel fake about it.