April 5, 2012
Your fingers drape on porcelain skin
They blind me in the blacklight
Ebony and pale and all in between
Who could love another but you?

For you are the one of the eclipse
UV rays on sunlit days
The satellite to my star
And D, all of the above

I only wish
I could hold you
My shade

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