He is thinking about

the

pure

stonecold

delight of waking

up with her,

cloaked only in

this new light

glinting freshly off the back of

a whole other day,

twisted tangled

bed linen white

reflecting more whiteness,

intensifying

the blueness of  the veins

in her pale

pale

breasts.

he is thinking

about

meeting

her dark

open eyes

across

the ocean of all

that light and night.

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