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 except what is
Yours
To say.
I am rapt;
Ignorant.
Completely
Carried away.
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