in the early hours
with your hands on my neck
my eye toward the door.
I am hiding in the depths
that your eyes cannot see
I am waiting for you
because I'm sure you are real
I am looking for you
down here
in the woods
of my mind.
But I am flawed by your side
I am floored by your sight
and I fear being alone
beyond the trees.
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