your presence is nostalgia
sifting the dark pebbles of my broken fantasies from
the fine grooves of a tape deck rewinding its gears to
Side A
where my favorite track began
It croons in falsettos, thumping along creases
in your oversized sweater
You emphasize the light in a pretzeled chiaroscuro
Bending, morphing, and remorphing in your strides, in your smile
Are you even afraid of the dark?
"That's what matches are for," you say.

You hold my gaze
As dust splices the percussions
in the drum solo I mimicked with my fingers
that would make my father laugh
That makes you laugh too
Love must always be like this
A conjuring of all you've forgotten
All you hope for
All you can embrace
In a pretzeled chiarascuro
weaving through gears and rolls of old tape

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