Here we go flinging white
stockings and other non-essentials
toward the moon, little piles of garments
scattered on the floor, no longer
forms of separation. We lay down here
where we stood, creeping nearer
the edge of what has been till now.
Unblinking in our gaze, we couple;
even in the darkness seek
pathways to the inside, to touch
boldly, unafraid of what
we will find behind
the other's eyes.
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