Though I’ve lost the need
I still fantasize that I’ll see
Your hand crawling
Over the horizon, my sun
Rising. Travelling from your side
To my arm, my chest
Where you’ll plant your palm
Fingers stretched, and push up.
Rest against me, prying eyelids
To open whites that, above a
Shining smile, spill your gaze
Where I can, with open lips
Meet your glowing iris.

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