Night Song.

Night Song.
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Oh! How I wish for night-the colour of your hair-to cover me.
To stay buried beneath its blanket, to be covert, hidden from the light,
Inert, sensitive, loved; oh, how I wish for night.

Oh! How I wish for night, when nothing is stirring, but the spoon in my coffee,
Creamy coffee-the colour of your skin-warm and light,
Oh! How I wish your skin to cover me; oh, how I wish for night…