dawn’s affair

Curl in your tummy
closer to your chest,
ribbon each second,
let your lungs rest.

Closer to your chest,
consider each night’s
blank page mess where you

ribbon each second,
lasso the closest moon,
blink with two fireflies, then

let your lungs rest
before your ears hum with
tomorrow’s yolk-sun.

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18.06.2021
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For dVerse QuaPoetry Form: Trimeric