Like the Light

Stare across the table,

the way the light particles

all seem to fight for him,

I wish this dream was true,

and not a false word could he speak.

Stare across the car,

the play of shadow

and light upon his frame,

he wears it so well.

If I could get him to take the rest off,

I would know for sure

how much the light wants to be

worn by him.

Could he wear me that way?

If I could get him to take the rest off,

I know I would find out

that I would always want to stay

around him,

upon him,

like the light.

 

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