Day follows night
sky hides its scars,
you, over there:

and I’m a fossil
of your love,
beautifully petrified.

It’s the same old song
full throttle need,
love dances around corners

always out of reach.

Mornings somersault,
tide line on a beach
driftwood bravely stacked

in some lost winded corner,

and I’m a fragment
of your smile,
the corner where my tongue

impregnates your lips
to semaphore all of this
without speaking.

inhale, exhale,

but the night spins on to day
a whirlwind of lost time, and
beyond all thoughts of this,

just you and I.

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