Lamplighter: I left
the bronzing brick and
sheets of steel that cut the streets
that glittered mornings left
cold night sweat in sheets, and cut
the streets with light I left you
somewhere inbetween
the lamplight left me
to imagine you
Lamplighter: I left you
pressed to drawn shades
thin sheets that pressed your sleep
into your chest, lit. Light
something, if there is something left
to be lit.

1 comment:

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