And we could see
the moon
it was drifting
into the night
over the rooftops
like a lost balloon
You said
something
about the stars
how they fall
into place
like creature of habit
like an old platoon
I said I thought
the night air
was infected
with frost
it curled
my breath
like wisps
of cigarette smoke
and your hair
seemed to quiver
like the strings
of a mandolin
with each brush stroke
I know
it wasn't much
but it was
honest
a modest offering
or a vow
my every word
suspended
in the ever present
now
We talked
for discreet hours
until we
woke the dawn
turned words
inside out
and on themselves
until all meaning
was gone
but I would have
set aside those words
defied gravity
even illuminated
austere skies
if only to
have rooted myself
in your incandescent
eyes
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