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There in the sunlight

playful things begin

a pressed mouth plays for me.

And from the start of things

everything has always worked out,

I know I have a few hours still

until everything gets too heavy and dark.

She’s always easy,

she shares her web with me,

from the corner of her window

to the forsaken latch on her door.

I have no other real choice,

but to offer myself up to her

the pleasure comes in waves.

She gathers herself

atop her favorite place,

she shifts and uses the dark

to profess her favorite words to me.

To think aloud about such things,

wouldn’t be appropriate

she moves and insists

we stand for the rest of this

there on tiptoes

she balances and pushes back into me,

on this, her hallowed eve.