about your hair
rain tipped
& full of
silver
that drives my day
In this palace
behind this desk
next to burning candles
asleep
beside my own shadow
In dreams
your mouth is
naked in red
looming for love
A sun to hold
against my black heart
a shimmering
Like the late shade of a hot day
like glass
shattered against glass
Your
smile
flooding the night
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