passing through
the prism of my eyes
I had known you from some rebirth
when your lips of immortality
fell from the moon
and slept with me
you are the days and the seasons
and I love you
and while dreams spill out of your spectrum—
a blending of colors, and bright
bright lights—
I wake to your body:
how it wears
my soul
while it drops
naked on the floor
the more I touch
the more you glow
You are luminous.
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