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The Witching Hour

That you would turn to me in the night
                in sleep
that you would clasp me then
                while I, awake,
                                wondered at the magic of it

A witching hour
                when you gifted me your waking soul
                                warming the cold sheets

The lonely street outside
                the whine of the police car, vivid flashing blue wail
                                the street sweeper sailing on the river Styx
                                                shiftworkers whirling past on broomsticks

That I was caught in your sleeping arms silent
                in the deep of your sleep
                                I was not alone then
                                                because in sleep
                                                                you had turned toward me