Take me to the sidewalk
to platinum, rainwashed cement,
where it is just you and I
in the calm of dawn.
Lead me by the hand,
conspicuous to the robins,
to the morning rush of air
that purifies our skin.
Pull me outside and away from
the articles of identity
to the cold and empty pavement
where all you have in this world
is your coat and my arm.
Simply,
quietly,
take me.
Please.
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