Approximately 5:30 a.m.

i return to my stories

long abandoned

we dance through the night

with sweaty palms

an aching back

i never consider a break

nostalgia recharges

time is a blessing

disagreements mend themselves

plot twists and character development

embers of our once engulfing flame

broil the inner of my rib cage

the sun rises

i am thankful

to be a writer

only i lost sleep

in my lust

reminiscing