a candid arrogance.

your equivocal smile
curves every hope of mine.
I stretch my hand
so the good can no longer
be distanced.

the blinders protect us
from the outside
that hides in the shadows.
my body encircles itself
with your physical thoughts.

with all the candid arrogance
that this morning light
comes with

it can wait.

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