What Darkness Cannot Hide

The feel of labored breath
hard and warm against the neck
eradicates stains from past regrets
until the smooth rhythm breaks,
skin washes red, begets mistakes,
and winter’s chill is willed warm
by summer’s haughty dawn.

In lucid state, the dreamer wakes
entranced still by night’s grayer shades.
The placid display of golden rays
barely filters through the window pane
as the night’s indiscretions replay
give way to similar reddened hues
on cheeks stained with pained truths.


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