Affinity
We are finite
on this fine night
so warm people sit out
on a roof, their feet
dwarf stars,
and I want to hold you
as you are
and as I am
though we aren’t that
even in the next minute
that much closer
to that final lover
whose arms we’ll fold into
alone,
no matter how loved, how close
the stars.
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Draft poem for Real Toads open platform. The pic is a photo of a light sculpture made by my husband Jason Martin. (I’ve edited since first posting, as originally the poem began with “you” rather than “we.”)
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