The morning will always appear beautiful
too briefly,
and lose its sheen in the heat of experience,
turning into
tired bodies
sweaty palms
and hot faces
stripping beauty from us in order to appear
more beautiful the next day.
But why should we succumb
to charms as these so readily?
why not keep those secret small loves,
the unsure romance of knowing
oneself everyday,
those vanishing momentary happinesses,
in order to
lose the day
and regain the night?
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