The Rising Sun (working title)

The pale light of dawn
creeps through the blinds,
illuminating the stale loneliness
that has pervaded the corners,
where spiders live like kings.

I close my eyes and I see
the morning sun drip slowly
across our skin; a gentle
misting of sunlight;
a natural baptism;
a cleansing warmth that
permeates our bodies,
seeping into our bones and
our blood, filling every inch
of our being with joy until
it spills out of us with earnest-
spilling through our fingertips
as they linger, our lips
as they embrace, our bodies
as we love.

I open my eyes,
and I am alone-
but the sun is shining.

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I know the ending is pretty abrupt, I stopped it there originally because I had to go do something, but now I'm not sure what I would add. Thanks in advance :)