Maybe you wouldn't know this,
but at 5 o'clock the sky turns blue.
It was the same blue that outlined the
contour of your face in your room that night.
You held yourself above me, beaming
a smile as you observed how I responded
to your affection. An abeyance of
you holding me as I caressed your face.
A moment to share a story of your hand,
and how I didn't have to ask for your kiss,
or for your fingers to grasp mine so
fluently, so freely.
It was dark. You couldn't see the stars,
but the night when I kissed you, it was
one of the first things to be noticed.
I invited the day. I gave it to you.
I watched it slip from my hand
into the air. You caught the stars in
your sleep. I caught the day's dream.
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