When the day crawls over sleep’s slow-eroding edge,
And the night’s dragons have curled around their hoards,
Even the gods emerge groggily from the dreamworld,
Blinking at the eternal newness of all that they have made
During their eons of restless, surreal, and sublime visions.
So each morning, before I don my armor to face the day,
Only your eyes, your sudden kiss, bring me fully to life.
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