my edges blur
like street lights
in a cold drizzle
late at night
auras fade from
a fractured
center of light
until I’m unsure
where I leave off
or our image begins
each compromise
slices layered bits
of my periphery
in long swathes
like a plane sliding
along the length
of an oak plank
the thin wooden curls
falling through arabesques
to the uncertain ground
until what I wanted
and your desires
obfuscate beyond ourselves
into something other
than the shape
I still hold as true
(August 31, 2014)
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