the familiar jazz
of lips, and hands
held tight. we sway
through this theme as
the stolen light
of this night.
falling apart like
sky, do not apologize
for change, you are
nature without
curtains.
in the face of naked
you hide your pieces
but your truth is
softer when we
winter.
like every line we
color, we can hear
each other’s song
and hold, the way
fingers grip a match
till it gasps into the dark
and they can hold the
flame
no long.
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