Today, I

I was so inspired, then
(I realized -); I read (a lot)
and spun stories with the ease
of a single turn in soft snow
(the way your tracks tell stories on mountain sides-
that is the kindest brush stroke,
I think, the kind that lasts barely a day,
and melts again each spring.)
You are a Titan, and the sun, the sun,
the sun rises.

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Was it just the simple way
we unfolded into one another? -
the free-form uncurling of corners
(and shamelessly, we bare the lines in our skin
like birthmarks, like bookmarks,
like the road beneath the wheels' spin).

Not everyone can do this, you say.
You might be right.
      Not even me.
(no, let me lose myself in something else
with brighter blues and deeper greens
And rainbows too polite to end.)

When the moon went down
(yes, into the gap) and we went up
(went up, went up.),
I saw there, from the peak -
                                     The strangest moment,
                                              like gazing into your own blue eyes,
                                              like watching the empty sky fill with light,
                                              like knowing tomorrow will unravel the same.

I saw our faces fall away, saw our skin peel
back, I saw the fine lines of your finger pads
shifting like sand.

I knew you, then;
I knew you, then;
I knew you never could know me.

And I shook.
(like so many grains of sand).