Higher Ground


We would have spent sharing it


You have made a capsule

You have wed yourself

so neatly

I try to pack

My nest of thought

into your capsule

we find no room

One step back

and the night licks it’s

sealed eye like a lover

Yet instead of pleasure

It is a stance

More solid than 

stone of white marble

the rim of night


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