He is in his sweet
Eclipse. Of tinted dreams
In drenched sunlight,
Bloated
And suffuse.
I breathe his
Love, this and the
Dark curve of his lips.
I sit like a drop of dew
On jonquil's leaves; and
Each day, I scout for
The proverbial cliff,
Invisible, looming over
Me; shadow cast.
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