Now and at the hour

Go, you say.
It’s not that way between us, my love for you.

Yet in your ever tender kindness
you send me away with a gift infused with
your scent
covering me
invading my dreams a presence inescapable
now and at the hour…

Blood colored burgundy spread
who knew you held such power?

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