Moon
hides
behind the gray curtains
thick
with tears
I
swerve and hold her from behind
Not
too sure though
I
seize the side as the beyond
with
the drape, a groaning mirror
in
front of us
I
could remember the tailor
...
Holding
her
I
must have meant a sorry
else
how did I receive her warmth
some
distance away from the frozen gloom
...
The
curtain falls
we
are in the dance
performing on the slippery stage
performing on the slippery stage
Light and sound
our
same world
beholds
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