All of the sun
huddled into one sliver
of moon.
The sun, in secret,
sets itself to casting
the earth as a shadow
puppet against the moon.
The darkness unmade
and made again
like a bed, the stars
an even smaller furniture.
Your thumbnails cresting
the folds of your dress
like alien moons.
The darkness and then
so many shimmering things,
so much brightness flexing
separate in each blackness.
There is only one
of each of us
in all of this, and yet
we’ve touched.


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