dragging in time
i expose the weakness of
seeing you here and now
the shadow hit your eyes
as i was compelled to turn around
it's morning when we surrender
to each other's lips
it's morning again
when the sun's angle matches my eyes
with wires and cloth
left in remnants of time
chalk lines leading maybe
to a seamstress's pattern.
for b.h.
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