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| From The Door To Morning's Kiss I will always be the door That you pass in and out. I will be your window to other worlds You seldom witness, see through. I will be a cement slab poured To the entrance of my heart, Awaiting your arrival to Sometimes stand, yet never linger, To sit, repose with me below a canopy Of trees; moon shelter In the few warm nights, Cradle with my dreams. I am a candle in a room Perpetually burning, flickering. Aromatic shadows fill a long hall. I lick oxygen like love Lingering, my essence, Mere wisps of freedom Invisibly settle in your dark: On our bed, in your hair, On what clothes would remain If we strip bare our emotions Down to the hardwood floor, Remnants until morning light. We could arrive anew, afresh. I see my smile on your face, Embraced with morning’s kiss of sublime, shuttered sunrise, slatted and slathering our delighted skin warm. Will you greet me anew then? 8.7.20 Written by a dreamer romanticizing what could be with fresh eyes, husked from two that are failing. |
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