waking
now, upon waking
there is a lack of pleasure
lingering darkness
the glow of the sun
just risen from its cradle
does not warm me up
that first glow of dawn
cannot be gratifying;
where you are is night
you are deep in sleep
there will be no morning kiss
only quiet breath
we will only meet
in those dreams that can surpass
miles of distance.
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