Dawn makes us watch exhausted
from rain and reconciliation
we see each other
opaque and tacit
sharing spaces
The bed becomes a bath
a place to drown
drench
drain each other
of the secrets
that we lie within
deny
cringe at their burning light
seek shelter
in each other
gingerly grazing upon necks
tasting eternity
between our teeth
desperate for incisor bites
to deliver us
from ourselves
suckle on this life
the irony of our existence
until resurrection isn't a goal
or an icon
We are that which we become
timeless
suspended beyond death
not a duality
just doing
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