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looking at you, an exercise in light:
light through the curtains, light falling from the ceiling,
light settled into the spaces between our skin
on the sheets. you — your hair, your
eyes, the heartbeat flutter
of your fingers down my neck, my shoulder,
my chest. light seeping
from your touch, sinking into my ribcage,
a constant remembering of sunlight
long after the skin forgets.
being with you, habit relearned everyday:
tell me your favourite food, what
time you fell asleep last night, where
did you learn love means looking
for all the same answers, hearing
every change of laughter, each
shift in your smile? i want
everything there is to see. the view
from the stands, the feel of your voice,
side-by-side, pressed near
to your heart, your heart
stays close to mine.
they said loving is losing, i know
loving you is patience
despite that. you, at the end
of all things, asking: why
play a game you’ve already lost? me,
in progress, a promise: if ever
the day comes when every sign on
earth lit to lead me back to you,
i’d follow them anyway. as if
i don’t already know. as if
life could ever happen without
the sun, your light, my
hands, outstretched, reaching.