Early mosquitoes before
the morning wakes up
and the heat turns up
bliss sits down
on the slowly sunlit sand
blessings on the day
the luxury of even being able
to say it we
broken pieces of mica
are shattered into
the ways the shadows yield
pulling away from the will
of the world to stand
alone
as only a lover can.
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