and oh, he is a shadow of you.

he moved across the far wall of my room as the sun shifted

and you spill, over my bed, my clothes and my face,
a projection of perfection.

he cast this dark mark over my crisp white,

and from you a thousand shades sit in the same place, kissing
my eyelids as they close. you keep the warmth
and bring the cold, because both are what i need
and both are what you give me. the colours,
the forms, the situational comedy you bring me
far outweigh his dirty mutterings.

you bring the beauty and the worth to life.

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