I fell in love with a star (III)

I loved you like one loves the Sun

glad to feel you there, irradiating

from your star distance.

Bare skin exposed

eyes winked before such light.

'am I burning yet?'

'am I burning yet?'

I asked as I gave you my back.

'Will you come back tomorrow?'

I silently never asked.

You went down the horizon

I went down the night.

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