Purpose

I see the sparkles on your throat, the wet colour on the tips of your ears.
Your skin so humane, the rest of purpose lays awake sleeping.
I am your tender bite of enthusiasm, the crisp of eager in the morning.

How about you
spare your senses on my edges,
I will make Time in my belly and grow aged with it.

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