Tomorrow the Darkness Lifting

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In the morning,
I will slip from your room
With the smell of you in my head –
Pass like a breath from your bed –
Knowing the creak of it will not wake you
As you sleep.

You will ignore me as you ought,
Your dream transporting you
Beyond these shadowy walls
Into the blue flickering night of your soul,
Where you dance naked in the field
Beyond the trees,
White as the moon and silently breathless,
Stealing through cornstalks and fence posts
With your toes in the grass disappearing.

Tomorrow, the darkness lifting:
Brushing shoulders with the dawn,
Encountering the east
With a gray smear of twilight,
Lingering like wood smoke
Over the pines
In the pasture I love,
The slow moving river of grass
Yet unsickeled and strong,
Lilting through morning:
Reminds me to turn at the doorway
And witness the last wisp of night light
Fall across your shoulder,
Leaving you as reluctantly as I,
Though leave you we must
And follow the sun westward through day,
Finding our way,
Spending ourselves
In pursuit
Of the end of day breath
And the scent of your breast
In my head
As we lie in the night unfolding.

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