the light shines off your hair clip

and is the only color in the dim room

the closeness is not sudden

I can even see my reflection there

we have mingled

across the space

and around my hand

both yours are gripped

don’t let me slip

away into the copper eve

as I am unrecognizable

away from here

it was a good plan

to speed off into

the night again


everything I need to do

I can do tomorrow

your eyes are something

I cannot do without



About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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