The Generosity of 2am: 2am Confessions

By One Cannon

These are the whispers of 2am. A poetic voyage into the many levels of love, loss, pain, passion, pride, and life. An intricate weaving of complicated theories and fundamental feelings universal in their ability to be experienced by the young and old; this collection of works speak from the various perspectives of a writer capable of capturing the essence of emotion and pouring into colorful language and verse. Poetry that explores the depths of sexual need and the heights of spiritual awareness with the same swipe of the pen.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Jun 13, 2016
• ISBN: 9780996846516

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Dawn

INTRODUCTION

The purest essence of perfection in speech, soul, pen and deed. A truly wonderful person who makes you feel beautiful even on your most confusing day. ~ Tracey Mathews

Every night, somewhere between midnight and dawn, a window emerges. Through this portal, the soul of the bewitching hour is revealed. From this gateway pours wisdom, insight, clarity and inspiration. The secrets of life trickling in, leaving those fortunate enough to witness this miracle, drenched in elevation and a washed in enlightenment. Thought, passion, anger, lust, sorrow, joy, grief, and all possible manifestations of human emotion climb into consciousness and drift into being.

This is the essence of 2am.

To me she is that perfect moment between sleep and awareness. A place where the universe whispers. She shares stories told to her by countless voices stretching across eternity. Timeless tales of love and loss, told to 2am by others that know of this connection.

This book is my love-letter to her.

Now I offer it to you.

These are my writings, my simple ramblings. Musing intended to convey feelings greater than words should ever attempt.

This isn’t about me or my life. Well, not entirely.

These are my words, but they are not mine to keep. These words, or at the very least, what they endeavor to express, belong to anyone who’s ever loved anyone.

Anyone who’s ever lost anyone.

Anyone who has lusted or longed for a passionate embrace.

Anyone who has ever thought that there has to be more to this life than we so readily accept.

These sentiments belong to anyone reading this who sees themself between the lines.

I challenge you to find yourself here. Read these pages and find the words that tell your story, the words that lend shape to your heartache, your love, your anger or joy. Find your desire and passion hidden within my scribbles.

For I promise you…you’re in here somewhere.

Once you do, look again, because chances are there is more of you to be found in these lines and dots.

Enjoy The Generosity of 2am and I hope that the hour speaks to you as sweetly as she sings to me.

CHAPTER ONE-

Foreplay

She whispers in soft, dulcet tones,

A melody of conditional serenity.

Beckoning me to indulge in deeper thoughts and fewer wasted words.

Begging me to breathe life into senseless ramblings,

Meanings into suppressed emotions.

Telling me that pride is the enemy of redemption.

That pride prevents peace.

I feel her warm, wet kisses at the tip of my understanding…

And I fight the urge to resist.

In this, there is complexity and clarity.

In this, there lay certainty.

Where the unspoken and unwritten swim together like water and light.

2am grants me moments where I would trade my world for a simple answer.

Where I would give anything to be understood.

Where I would give EVERYTHING just to hear her say…Yes.

She whispers to me in melodic rhyme and syncopated rhythm.

Singing sweets notes of sublime silence.

Telling me to pay attention to the aria of absence.

Telling me to be patient and be still…

Reminding me that sometimes…

Just being…

Is more than being enough.

She whispers in soft, dulcet tones,

A melody of unconditional serenity.

Begging me to breathe life into senseless ramblings,

Meanings into suppressed emotions.

She sings to me in complete silence.

A serenade of sublime peace.

This is not a story about sex

This is a story about silent expressions between lovers where no words are shared

This is a story about quiet moments of infinite pleasure where skin never touches skin

Flesh never meets flesh.

This is the story of passion so unique…

So inspired…

That day has made arrangements with the night to slow the break of dawn.

This is the tale of your sun and my moon.

Two celestial bodies sharing a sky where the heavens make a path with the stars.

But of all things, my dear portrait of personified bliss…

This is NOT simply a story about sex.

For you see…

By most limited interpretations…

Sex is something that is born out of my strength meeting your weakness…

My hard meeting your soft

My want meeting your wet…

By that childish definition…

This is most certainly NOT a story about sex

For you see…

This is the story of two galaxies sharing the same universe

Two sovereign states…

Where the worlds that make you and I unique, only subsists for our enjoyment.

We exist only to give our shared cosmos character.

Two galactic entities whose domains are complete unto themselves

Once in a lifetime…once in the birth of a thousand stars

We glance up…notice one another,

And decide to explore our vastness together

We speak about our God’s love for us…

How the gravitational pull of the existential reality sits just beyond our furthest imagined limitations

How chance has brought us to this