Neon

With darkness comes a fragility.
Nights flatter your shell
and a human is born, from within.

Conjugal stains, marital sobs,
hushed tones, hurried breathings,
excited laughs and polar winks -
they conveniently enter at nights
and exit silently on another dawn.

That is the time we talk of stars,
the displaced, breathing moon.

We hold hands or leave them.

A strange wine that is a moment.
We cherish as used less;
More? and then we are used to.

From the wiseness of an owl,
the silent autocracy of dark
and the rebellion of emotions
comes sweet decadence.

If you have always waited for the Sun,
the life was only half full.

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