5 a.m.: Poetry


Through the gates,
I walked into the Red Room
with geometric crosses on the floor

Standing in the center of the heart,
I am guarded from everything
with five doors to hide my secrets

Yet there I reach for you
to chase away the dreams, 
erase fears, repel doubt 

by listening to your vibrant heart
beating beneath my cheek
as the world waxes into morning

I need you with me at 5am
when the quiet kisses the horizon
the way your lips meet mine

as we follow bliss with the rising sun,
Icarus no longer,
merging finally with the light.


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