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In the dark:

Quilts lay beautifully exposed.

Each square

                        bare to the world.

A patch of bleed-bright memory,

sewn

from lovers' tendencies

                                         to shine.



While the sun and moon play tag,

and the transition

imprints us a vision of Light

                                                we knew not resided

                                                                                    at night.



Likewise, a photograph flash

                                                 in the face

reveals to vivid eyes,

phantom shadows dancing

                                             all over the place.





A light-switch works two ways

to fulfill its function,

as one flick covers

                                  the other's blind side

while working together

to accentuate one another.



Flick.

             Flip.

                          Flick.

                                           Flip.



                                                               Until bulbs POP...



And the burst of Passion's

                                             aftermath

quietly hovers

as stardust,

illuminating

                        the unlocked potential

                                                               of limitless lovers.





My love, we are not as temporary

as poetry,

Nor eternal

as the beyond.



But I'll be elated to know

                                            that Forever won't come

                                                                                        'til we're









                                                                                                                    gone.