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A quivering drop of dew,
I tremble in the cusp of dawn.
Clasping all my love for you
close,
for fear that it may spill over
and drown me.

I cradle your memory in my arms
like some fragile dream
that dissipates at daybreak;
knowing that every short moment lived with you
is slyly stolen from
immutable Time.

The pregnant silence of pre-dawn
ripples under my skin
like cosmic fever.
I wait
for the orgasmic blaze of sunrise
to set me and my love for you free,
and take me into Nothingness.