Purple Flowerbox At 5 a.m.

John Edward Smith Jr.

Tender sweet sight;
sachets in slight
are yours by night
and in the light
of day.

a pale clear brow. 
snow whiteness,
pure knowingness
of what is less
as are my fears
and distress

and in no one again
could I find
closer a love
to this kind.

so divine. 
L---, you're all mine.

for all time.

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