The harsh light of morning isn’t anything to live for
When the dark night tromps down,
The harsh light of morning isn’t anything to wait for
Its outlines too sharp, its glare too loud
The stabbing sun comes down for you even if it’s cold out
Wait for the golden hour and tuck into the dusk,
Animals brushing around
Wait for soft light on your lover’s face like a halo
Take her hand and walk down.
Take her hand and wait for the line of the water to blur and black out.
Take her hand and wait for her face to float back in the blue-dark now
Two shadows, animals brushing around
Two cones of warmth in the new night, the warm, wet dusk
A day that has settled, been written, espoused
Don’t wait for the harsh light
Don’t wait for the morning
Grip the night, grip the dusk, shoulders rustling
Animals brushing around.
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