the light
no long flatters us, so
we find
candles to burn,
we dim the bulbs above,
shade
the small lamp
on the table.
draw in the curtain.
block the sun.
we sit
in the far corner
and become
more becoming to one
another
with each drink
sipped
until gone.
daylight is for the young.
we're over
that.
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