I wake and sense
The day off
Filtering
Past the window
Aimlessly looking for
Consummation
After the law
Of beginnings and closures.
Like this sonnet
A turning internal
To the delicate warmth
Of your body;
Like this sonnet
The hours and minutes
Are signs in the night.
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