Venus
As I lay dead in your arms the dark
Whispered that I watched the night
With my father when I was four.
We sat in his giant chair and the light
Of the morning star at that hour
Was magnified in my small eye and stark.
It filled the window with its white
Corona and as the black receding shore
Gave way to dawn, it dwindled to a spark.
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