i found the red orange hands
of the sun sinking
upon the dunes of your
heart, a fleeting, beating
reverie made of claws
and shadows - i drown
in the notion that you have
become my own,
and i bury my face in
the gentleness of even
your harshest words,
come back to me, come back
to us, come back to these arms
that never stopped embracing you.
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