Confessions of an Online Lover
Night: luminance
is not a gift, it
is a computer screen.
Clear words. Blinding,
were it not for morning.
There are two lotuses
for every fallen flower.
(the sun knows where to look).
I surprise even myself when I say
it is you and me.
Day: dawn’s clear light
or light of dark.
Orb-eyed words, refracted in coffee
: insatiable
Luminous night.
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