Saturday, August 27, 2016

sweven

Like looking at one clear, cut crystal,
I turn my head this way and that.

The angle of my gaze determines what I see.
Tilted this way, I see only an opaque facet.

But move my head ever-so-slightly,
and I see brilliant light and prisms of color.

You are my sweven, my sweetness, my light.

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