light

the sight of your limbs creased

into fragile folds; resting against

our slinky sofa, peeling fabric into

tattered sheets; your body grey as

haze, against the paled; milky sun,

yet there is still light; where she is

needed to be; shedding upon us her

gift of sight; in this eluding  vision.

 

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