What I will do instead,
here, in this poem, is
to gently rub words on your face
like your late-night lotion ritual -
and then
leave you stealthily,
imagining the Earth,
spining forever
on the left side of the galaxy.
I will edit the world,
afterwards, stanza wise,
early morning,
while you are sleeping and
dreaming about a love poem.
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