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Days of Plenty

I lay,
arms stretched in
darkness noon through
the curtain call,

As you
made the pinprick
acts on me, a tense
equality to protect us,

From hurting
in the bright world,
notions that we
could be kissing

Some days
as calico kittens,
lost in fogs
of harried longing:

Trapeze artists,
dancing in each
others eyesight,
backing away from light.