Pour me into the darkened earth Barely a transom above the wound Previously a neighbourhood or home Touching no more, above my weakness Missing the skin in my teeth Fealty to all they are; cleaning the clock To repay the dawns shredded by mischief Pulling each other ever closer Chasing dreams through sighs Breaking realities into chords Singing them all in husked tones Reaching into the madness of night Down into this credo: "I want to free us" Between the headboard and mirror Is a wicked game for all to see Two monarchs burning out each's restraints To the timbre of Le Internationale As they share themselves As they share darkest corners Leading elves to hearken them as toys Celebrating their willingness to please, To listen, to understand hunger as valid; Appetite and vulnerability as the trusts Built to yield attunement from heathen silence Until our greys outnumber our to-dos Come through the looking glass with us Trust your body with innumerable lotteries Washing out the choices with yesterday's smiles Never getting late enough to stop carrying warmth ✍🏾 '<span query="get(title)"></span><span class="lv-live-text">Ballroom Snacks</span><span type="end"></span>' 📍 <span query="get(municipality)"></span><span class="lv-live-text">New London</span><span type="end"></span>, <span query="get(province)"></span><span class="lv-live-text">CT</span><span type="end"></span>, <span query="get(sovereignty)"></span><span class="lv-live-text">US</span><span type="end"></span> ![[Child-of-Light_Mirrored.jpg##bgimg]]