The Dawning of Him.

Cresting over bed sheets are eyes as
Bright as the morning sun, blinding with colors; promise,
Hushing a giggle from my lips with his tender kiss,
He is the dawning of darkness,
Though sunlight drips from his kind smile,
And promises of brighter days dance in his eyes,
But the trandisitions of morning to noon, still ends with night...


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