
The first light.
A cool sheet.
A long stretch
that no one sees.
I never open my eyes
right away.
The light reaches my face
and I let it.
I don’t know
when this became
a ritual.
My hands move
over my neck
my shoulders
not to admire
what is there
but to arrive.
It feels almost
like when you give yourself
to someone.
Only there is no one.
Just morning.
Just light.
Just my body
believing, again
that light
has never lied to me.
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