obligations

every
night
i plan
my escape
from
the
weight
of
imperious
owing.

in lies
of dreams,
i belong
to no one,
and seek
the shelter
of your
patience.

in these
moments
you hold me
and i am safe.

morning
lies
in wait,
springs the
cruel trap
of
awakening,
where i
submit to
truth
by degrees.

morning
has not yet
found me.
i still feel
your touch
and ache
with
something
like
nostalgia.

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