intercoursing​

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1. auroras

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Because I needed full moons,

golden wax seals melted on

indigo parchment,

holding it all together.

 

Needed to create constellations,

puncture pinpricks of light

into his darkness,

Lyra over an open field.

 

To follow his song through hell,

through his own abyss,

praying for him to just turn around,

turn to look at me,

finally see me,

knowing that calamity would

surely follow if he did.

 

Needed us to be auroras cascading,

intercoursing across skies,

his green and blue

caressing my purple-pinks.

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2. vortexes

 

But he needed tornadoes,

mystified and rainwrapped as

they twisted and turn, turn, turned,

deadly in their invisibility.

 

Twin vortexes, hidden and

kicking up debris as

they churn, churn, churned

against themselves,

exploding into each other.

 

Till they burn, burn, burned out

before anyone could see,

before anyone even knew they

ever crashed together at all.

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