Cool wind sweeps your inky curls
Aside through morning hours of black.
Scents of waking fill the air
Stars recede, moonlight collides
Against the brilliance of your face
Brimming over, luminous
My hands are cupped
Light trickles through the crevices
of fingertips.
Black ocean eyes shine bright alone
In solitude's swift crucible
Silence tempers love with death
Tides expose consistency
Rebirth wanes stale,
Loss teases gain.
We part
The East brings hints of warmth
Though shadows crumble
Eyes burn
Silent.
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