cracked open to ignite
our distant twin flames;
we are preoccupied by this
porcelain page.
overcast steps and i
slightly drifted into more
love than this,
before. fragile concrete
and my smile dissinigrates
amongst the opaque clouds.
fury and free and below and
over and again; against my
will.
imagine a sky without
wings...
it would be just us.
just as it was...
