A.M.

Two times
two times baby
lay me down
in my beard
to pray and hold me tight
as others want me
they want to take me away
from you and our nights
of simple pleasures
and rites of passage
yet to play out in the sun
and the sparkling daylight
that never once found us
in the panic of dreams
with the sperm of nature
and the seman of moonlight
the night time laughter can only sustain