I woke alone to a bed
occupied with moonlight.
It was not the brightness
that penetrated my dreams,
but the quiet force pulsating
just a hair
out of synch
with my heart.
Neither wax,
nor wane
nor ghost.
Fully corporeal,
veins coursing
with yellow gravity
teasing me
like an ocean.
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