Space Lies Between Us

Space lies between us,
kinetic air fills it.
It’s only the beginning
of the right and wrong in us.
This push and pull,
this pulse.
We call it the boundary
of our sanity,
and out beyond,
obscene world.
But already we sense
a clamor of retreat:
right and wrong are tumbling.
On the corner chair,
a crumpled dress
sprouts languorous,
heavy shadows,
bludgeoning hand of dawn.
Long ago we emerged
from our hiding place,
only to enter another.
Aware of thieves,
you clasp
at the hollow of your breast,
I at mine.
We might entreat
the approaching dunes
of the earth
to give up our sunken citadels,
we might comb for them yet.


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