Three out of eleven

 

My body, calm as the night

Until the needle that is morning pierces through

Until the needle that is you

Breaks the tender shell in which I hide

My most valuable possessions

You crack my night open like an egg

So you can see the sun rise

So I can see the surprise

In your eyes

When you can’t find the yolk

You thought you had evoked

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