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What I thought of during this year's fireworks.
Moonlight filtering in through curtains,

to paint tangles of us spilled together,

the sways of her body humming in the afterglow.

I can barely move during the stuttering frames,

frail limbs and muscles collapsed near you.

Unable to leave with the cold knowledge

that desire can make extinguished wreckage of what we both want.

Something beyond us binds two together,

promising that even though you would keep us stitched in fiction,

we'll regenerate through each calculated touch,

through sparks of your eyes locked in conclusion.

The pauses between thunder and lightning combusting,

We'll close this dangerous divide.

I'm alone for now tonight, 

watching explosions drizzling unstable rainbows across the dark sky,

the flying, spilling colors each their 

own constellation coming undone.

I can hardly move during the strobing afterglow.

With the knowledge that my skin becomes a lie waiting to see you,

that we'll connect and come to believe it

will be enough to hold the coil together 

just a little while longer.

But hushed names and fluttering 

sighs know how to ink fiction.

How to calculate the way hands entwine in the dark,

the vows made when we're locked in conclusion,

in the pauses between joining and not knowing how to let go.

We'll close this dangerous divide.

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