Sweet Remorse

But if to only,
be wrapped up
in your arms,
and so securely,
so comfortably,
as the night
so quietly
holds me, always,
in peaceful sleep
and dreams of
sweet remorse.
I should be yours,
I will be – yours.
Even as the night
so jealously
releases me
unto the day
at every morn.

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