the tomorrow of me (a midnight poem)

i have been away too long
i have been through the desert
i have found myself at dawn absent in the sands

what i long for now
i cannot tell
but i can feel it

it is neither anticipation nor arousal
which impresses the nerves in me

it is the fact of you

the bone of you
nailed into my flesh
the lips of you
living the tomorrow of me

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