light, there is light,
too light, above my hair,
a little sun floating
above my eyelids,
it settles finally on
my lips as a moon
sits on the the marshes
at night,
the mouth opens
and it enters,
light, swallowed
inside my esophagus
finding its way inside
my heart,
it becomes the steel
core of my being,
a heart so strong now,
ready for another
surrender to love,
so gentle and yet
so objective,
savoring and yet
unaffected.
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