When you leave, my heart recedes.
The dawning of the dusk.
Night comes in,
I feel his grin of loneliness and lust.
The howling moon,
the hooting owl can't mask the sound of fear.
The beating heart is no match for breathing in your ear.
Slowly you remember.
Light is nearly here.
In you breathe,
and smile a breeze of sunshine to the dust.
JAK
Wonderful. The play of vowel and consonant sounds in the first four lines is very nice.
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