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And, if all of our light
      would cease to shine.

I’d remember in dark
                  the moonrise
                            in the curve
                       of your elliptic eyes
on sinuous Autumn nights.

The harsh crunch     
as sepia leaves                 
juxtapose                                
with hazel softness
in your sight.

      Long lashes laid out
                         like black steps
                                   up to the stoop

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                                     And, what I found
                              inside.                         
                      Your heart’s sigiled             
fluorescence.

                                 
        Your vigiled soul’s; entrance.

Crossed thresholds to our delight.

© poormansdreams

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