I make to press that
Little
Button
That wakes you.
I see (little else)
my reflection
In
Your
Midnight
Face.
Aah.
There you are,
Your light
Ripened
For the basking.
My will
Completely
Cooked
By you,
I become a
Wordless
Thing.
I don't see
Beyond
You,
Or hear but for what is
Yours
To say.
I ignore my many loved ones.
I am
Rapt;
Carried away.
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