A Little Light

He always thought the bliss
must come from her.
He never sought the meaning
in the blur of light that moved
between the two.
The light went out.
His shouts began.
He aimed them all at her.

A little light was all it took.
He branded her.
He never looked away.
Then blamed her
when his culture led
the little light away...

? Michaelette ?

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