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These are not
petals unfolding
and I am not light
but a daydream
drifting

These are not
lips savoring
and I am not night
but the darkness
awakening

These are
reddened skies
and I am but the dawn
a woman
breaking
REPOST
When I receive messages within minutes of posting, from two poets on HP I admire and respect, inquiring about the break in format on the last stanza, I know that I haven't been as clear as I could have been.  I love getting the loves, but your discerning eyes are the true gold here. Thank you so much to David Adamson and PoetryJournal for taking the time to ask for clarity.  I love the discussion!  Hope the change makes all the difference...
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*red sky at night, sailor's delight - red sky in morning, sailor's warning...*
 Jun 2016 Andrew Siegel
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Don't tell me that you can't see it
I was never there and I can feel it
Her fingers in your hair --
Ten daggers piercing my heart
I feel it still and I'm trying to breathe
But it's tearing me apart
My lungs are filled with the poison
That she left lingering on your skin
You say it's all harmless; you're only friends
Then why do I feel so afraid?
Like any minute you'll be walking away?
Don't tell me I'm only jealous
I hear it in your voice
You're guilty and in denial
But you still have a choice

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