left on the table
but the cookie gone
I keep moving
around the room
until the sunlight
fills it the guest
has arrived then
I lie down and let
his warmth roll
over me the tips
of the trees are
illuminated first
then my toes
he holds me
to the fire of
his love I had
to say it or
have we not all
come to be
extinguished
on this earth
not air to breath
but light
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