Slipping under the spaces between
Rose-stained, aflame, steam
just beneath
skin, bottle necks and cork screws,
Will we disappear tonight?
The intimate lack the intimacy,
Oh, privacy, lost among
the glitter,
exploding supernovas
scattered into constellations
we know not how to

How luminous the night sky
when seen from above,
my love,
the arrows of time are fleeting,
Will we look back?
Will we lean forward?

the world is of tomorrow
we are of yesterday,
these vapours rising,
these vapours cooling,
until we are today


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