3 A.M.
filter gone
vanished to nebulous places
that only dawn can reclaim.
that place where you discover real.
secrets clothed in nights’ confiding arms.
You find yourself
totally uncensored.
under the cover of deepest night
when crickets cease to chirp
and birds have not yet woken,
and you feel your time running out,
know that soon the dark will fade to
the dustiest dim
and the moment will be over,
you've risked things then haven't you?
just before the rose colored hue comes to bind you once again,
you morph into the creature at the core of you,
base and carnal and voiceless in the light,
who has whispered things in that velvet cape that none should ever hear,
dared to speak its desires and even touch them,
satiated needs that only it can know,
written things that it will never share.
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