Space Refracting

The space between

mine and yours, our breath

is the work of some god

we’ve committed ourselves

to forget.  It’s like being

called a shadow by cataract

eyes, she says too tired for love

poems just longing to waltz

in the creases of skin.  Schattentänzer

looks down, It’s like the perfection of

light.  How it bends—it

refracts— that’s all this

darkness is.


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  1. Reblogged this on disdainfulbeauty.

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