nothing here now save
traces of what used to be a
sacred ground, skeletons of
dreams we both once held
that bruised our eyes until
we see its bleeding reality,
a leap forward to be bound
and caressed and bemused
by how we have remained
together, fragments of
mirrors that washed
endless nights with a light,
a gleaming, incessant
desire for pieces and shards.
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