Lingering Laughter At Daybreak
the amber translucence of daybreak
weaves through the window curtain
like lustrous satin
that drapes and falls on the ruffled folds
on the bed, as I let your whisper
sink so slowly in..
blankly I stare at the blank ceiling
as the darkest, dying shadows
of this November night
cowardly creep and cringe away
into the gloomiest nooks, fleeing
from the touch of light,
while the lilt of your muffled laughter
lingers on even as you left,
..and long, long after.
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