days of onyx.
i remembered another of your amber dreams,
my voice, amplified for the worlds to hear.
terrifying: sadnesses, known to all.
your blue-gold bodies, red and electrifying.
i haven’t felt in so many years, in days, days
(do you remember what happened at the end of time?)
true love. mi amor.
day of onyx, night of jewels.
a map of the world.
nights of shining like the sun can’t sleep,
the north pole midyear.
borealis over manhattan.
in my dreams the wide blue sea,
filled with my salvation.
redemption.
there is nothing to understand.
i may be lost, and you found.
all my years weigh on me – the setting sun.
grace.
how little i speak.
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