Each day~
I don't write for you~
you write through me~
like the strange twilight~
having survived~
the prison~
of night.
Sparkle~
of your~
Kohl Brown Eye~
Brings~
Light Within Darkness~
of my Heart ~
and on this feast~
of love and light~
your body~
invites me~
your mind~
completes me.
and the twilight~
breaks into a GOOD MORNING...
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