Black Spanish Morning

Rain clatters
On wooden shutters
Through cobblestone
Worn smooth

Early morning
Sun not risen
My warmth held
Close to you

Lips moisten
Blue eyes glisten
We share sweet
Secret smiles

Ever shifting
Ever moving
I know you’ll
Never be here

Intriguing, shining
Jaded, enticing
The ephemeral
Essence of you
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