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[karosaurus]

I am a tent
A jar of lies
You are the sky
draped above me
We watch stars die
in the backseat of your car
under a blanket
Or from the middle of the road
gravel under our backs
Just relax
you say
Because my hand is on the door
But you pull me to the floor
"You. I just want you."
So I stay and stay
You are the best time
of the day
You are the sight
of scraping ice
of silent words
of shifting light
the feel of my laugh
floating around the room
as we curl up like cats
You are the sun's last fight
just before night
And quiet talking
And gentle rocking
way after dark
These are the things
with which I won't part