Suns first blush
Letting you sleep awhile
Stealing away to the page
But I’ll return
This is no secret
How I’ve always known
This connection to a process
I’ve worn as armour
Laid beneath like a blanket fort
And you’ve never sought to
Steal it from me
So here, between pages,
A kiss of phonemes and analogies
Fresh hot tea
And the spry quiet expression
I have when I’ve attended to
The grand works and so here
My attention, offered and accepted,
Steal back to bed and close my eyes
Breathe you in
As you move towards
Me, compelled by gravity
Of fulfilled purpose
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