I By Midnight

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If I die this night,
This is still my shrine.
Ive wished him willing,
In giving in,
Dripping with sin
While bright light shines.
Midnight stills.
In wishing Ill find him mine,
I smile.
Rising,
While inside Im shrinking,
Missing him.
Killing time.
This night.
Insipid instincts find him still,
Inked in instilled thinking,
While wishes diminish
Like white wine in dimming shine.
In time, Ill pine.
Ill smile.
Find life fine.
Still.
Instinct wills it
Midnight time.
Finding him willing,
Wishing him mine.

© M K Lee

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