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he comes to me in deep evening shadow

i leave the door open for him and he

walks right in and comes to me where i sit

i have never seen him in daylight but

i know he is the best thing i have seen 

he takes me to my room and i ask him

for things he always gives me in half light

he tells me not to fall and i wonder

if i have because he is a vision

he leaves early taking his pulsing warmth

i don't know when or if i will see him

again but who else do i want to see

Comments1

  • Goldfinch60

    Intriguing words.

    Andy



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