Today the desire came to me, not the muses
today I have no excuses or excuse to sing to you
to write you a verse and take you down from here
until the desire of the morning now come.
Today, the first of the second of the year
while this woman breaks the space to finally invent herself
to look at her all in silence and in profile
I take her hands as a stage to exist.
And it doesn't matter what they say
that it's trite
to talk about love, let them curse
if they haven't tried
the night in its arms of sun .
The clock stops on us
the ten o'clock falls and slides down their shoulders and the light sneaks in
that gets tangled in your hair but you release it
gold and diamond for an instant of blue tone

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