From "Blood Poems for the Death Penguin" by Zeylan

Her Light          

The night, and the sweet tender warm inviting darkness
The familiar brilliance of the darkness
evaporates
as she comes
Solemn surrender
Violent release of solitude
gasping for solace
her secret
Buried within a chest of glassy youth
Touched not by my desires
And alive.
Beautiful as the shower of light she designs.
The world explodes at her touch and falls away beneath me.
Black sections of reality
erupt backwards
and I am devoured by light
Light
Searing
Beautiful.

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