You tend my hair
two grey's the count
An attention to the
composition of my eyelash
A catalogue of spots,
rogue bristles, sly,
defiant. Removed,
popped, denuded.
Maladies and rages
coruscating rash,
darkly mottled types
witnessed on the sheets,
vigil and signals
read, thoughts derived.
my my love how
much I am watched,
deep and contented,
visionary
.
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