the wildness
the walking outside and watching
a night sky that bleeds and wants to be far
more than a backdrop
switch the time and give us some
we want to come to life
we want to be more than messages
and snapchats
if we sit in the water long enough
will the beach sand not dry us off?
they dried us
putting a name on things
that we left nameless
we didn’t see what
they threw at us
(much too dark to see anything)
but we opened our arms
and accepted
we’ll take rejection
as long as we can be kept
without touching
a rose stem deep in water
with petals so dry
(poor sunlight)
we’ll be okay
as long as we are kept a

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