The early sun shines truth upon my fearful face,
drawing me out of my menacing cave.
I am thrust into the warmth with sleep in my eyes.
It washes over me like old, sure hands.
The weight of the darkness falls down my belly like an anvil cut loose.
The impact penetrates every molecule of my existence.
It's red hot and shooting out of my ears.
It melts down my body leaving a fresh coat of paint.
You embrace me and the wet paint matches your eyes
Eyes and paint drip as we stand together for the first time this way.
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