New Writing: Poetry


As we walked hand-in-hand and silent,

basking in the streetlamp’s judgmental glare,

I would watch the interlocking shapes of our shadows

keeping time on the pavement.


Later, I traced eternity with my eyes shut,

following the outlines of your body

as we lay in the wrinkled sheets

of my single bed.


And now,

I will lay my body down,

As offering

As sacrifice

As feast.


I will stretch my legs out

as wide as they will go

wrapping them around you

to form a bridge between then and now

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