Dawning Dusk, a Quadrille

that first ray
peaking through the shade
is rigid and cold,
a separating blade,
and nothing I feed upon
as day stretches on,
satisfies my hunger

for, dawn is but a disruption,
peeling you from me

in the dusk, I dawn,
next to you

-artwork my Steve K found via google; poem shared in response to dVerse Poets Pub‘s quadrille prompt, dawn

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