I could not explain
to you the angles
of our collision
I awoke to no recognizable
wreckage,
just you easing
stargazers into a vase.
You had left the moon
on all night
and sang McLachlan to me,
bending gentle notes
and jazzy laughter
around our tangled bodies
I asked you to
take me far
away
and
you did
as we inhaled
a clarity
and shuddered
into
being.
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