like trust

do you think the three

a.m. sky became jealous

of us that night? do you 

suppose that this is the 

reason the constellations 

drifted a little closer?

 

closer? 

 

closer still?

 

the way the grey stretched 

clouds wrapped their arms 

around the midnight black. 

the faith.

the oneness. 

 

it reminded me of us. how 

you curled your back into

my arms. how you did it on

purpose. & the dance became 

both silver & gold. 

 

something sacred. something

special. something like trust. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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