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
This is at once lush and pointed; Gorgeous language and imagery, Angela!
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Thank you so much, Susan! šŗ
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You find these lines that just burst with a life and energy. This is one such example:
“in the dusk, I dawn,
next to you”
Wow!
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Thank you so much, Wulf!
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Oh wow, Ang. Love this. Lovvvve the ending.
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Thanks, Rita! š
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