cursed, wretched nights,
dreamt absent of you.
choking sheets, ice-cold pillow;
no dim light and photograph
can relapse me back into
the sun-glazed day,
with you.
tongue tied, eyes shut,
and the yellow street lights continue
to invade my nocturnal separations.
speech falls short, the ornamental moments
in your secure arms.
how rare the diamonds in your eyes;
how rare the thriving ivory
in your smile...
no love can be made,
as the love we've made.
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