heaping the ache and throwing
it against the dancing, spawning,
spiraling light, a vivid and
fecund memory of how your
touch felt like i can be
conquered again and again,
timid frames of your
smile move my thoughts
like punctuations on silence,
like stones on the seabed,
like dreams in the dusk
laced with one faded and
endless attempt to exalt
what we make of us.
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