your back an altar that I worship at, your arms the extent of the world that I acknowledge exits for now
but the sunlight will always find its way between us on your pillows and will always rise sure of its self that is has picked the right moment because, it is the golden boy of the family
and you will always rise sure of the fact that you must leave because it is your ritual to never expose enough to be a full picture
and I will allow myself to learn again that the sun is the brighter star here.
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