Circadian Rhythm


When the night wakes up in the middle of me
I lay beside your sleeping body
Hibernating my desires that disguise as armadillos

Low roars of your resting heart
Condone my erratic circadian rhythm

My canoe rides through the waves of your breast
Rising and falling and rising again
Unspooling a whirl of fire-flies in your dream

And when you turn and spoon me in your half-sleep
To leave a sigh on my neck
I unfurl in your warmth like herbs in a hot broth

Photography: Paul Schneggenburger


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