Such a labor,
Pushing the sun
Up to its zenith.
It seems to take forever.
Then, it falls so lusciously—
Nestea plunge, right into his bed.
The world was huge
On my shoulders, like Atlas,
And now it is gone—
Disappeared as I tossed it,
Past the hammered bracelet,
Out into dark orbits.
-jenn long
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