if solar rays were to be
currency of your affection,
twirl the blinds open
preliminary to your leaving
— i shall take whatever
the morning star remits.
leave me to indulge, to sip
on rationed lux and lumens,
recollection in the dearth
of your attendance, until
day achieves dusk, and dents
in your shape on our cradle
unaided, unsolicited,
vouch for your actuality
2015.oct.08
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