I learn to
love the thing that has to be erased,
the thing I may not be allowed to keep,
sand that runs away beneath my running feet.
All night, my face next
to your mouth, I hold my breath,
listening to yours.
A circus of stars,
your dreams a trapeze, faces
lift like mirrored moons.
Some day your head won’t find my lap so easily. Trust is a habit you’ll soon break.
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