Two Grains


Space out the instances
of our apotheosis. We dance
the memory of delight
and your gaze goes far away.

The distance in my head
is naught to them - the seekers
of power and strength. I,
though, am none of those to you.

Your eyes tell all I long
to understand in my reflection,
and we laugh with gusto,
hiccuping between sips of sake.

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