don't wake the dawn I am yours and wish to sleep cradled at the base of your throat at the quiet intersection of those fragile bones at the quiet intersection of those fragile bones don't wake the dawn she breaks, easy as the rib cage of a bird the quiet intersection of those fragile bones at the quiet intersection of those fragile bones in remembering all our archived dreams break free a stable of bright white horses horses pure and right I'm remembering a wonder pure and right the day will come but for now, for now this page one corner folded down its crease is like a scar its crease stays like a scar at the quiet intersection of those fragile bones