VII.
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THE AFTERNOONS
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When I meet the afternoons sad like this
your memory banishes sorrow.
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You are the brightness I bathed in
when darkness consumed my soul.
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When I was lost, and could not find my way,
you were the sudden star that guided me.
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You are naked on the altar
of my finest dreams,
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you are naked in my memory,
the feel of you embedded in my fingertips.
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When I meet the afternoons sad like this
just a glimmer of what we shared restores me to
life.
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When night comes at last
I will fall into the compelling darkness of your
eyes.
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I will look up at the dark sky
and see you there,
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for you are the night sky itself, covering me
with a blanket of starlight.
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