Offer me truth, glassy hurt
Dedicate me nights against your heart
I offer you morning
I dedicate you dawn rising
on soft cheeks, against my fingers
and heart, aches I can't brush away
waiting in dark roaring spaces.
pressed together, breath and dream,
waiting for the light,
listening for the hush.
pressed against my heart
to replace the passing light
against the roaring dark.
in clouds, quiet pond,
colors of the morning,
waiting to fill the spaces,
listening to the hush.
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