~reconciliation

imagine surrender

     as white as truce

     as white as truth

from the attic

I pull down the stars

for you

     like fireflies in a jar of night

darkness dissolves our scars

suffocates our segregation

manipulates the distance

between us

as it salts the sheets

of our waiting bed

& we become the unstill

a blue crush of shadows

in a half-naked room

bending, writhing

against the skin of a musky moon

     come into me

as if you were wind

     stealing my breath

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