The first noticeable break in the dawn,
Isn't the flash of the sun.
The second flash are the light's going out
And I watch the dark descend.
Her hands moving up and down, just one small
Tug above and beyond.
As my arm's rigid deliver her charms and thus
Forgiven removed from harm.
Saturday, May 23, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: health,wealth