Complicity

for Jess

Moonset
into deep

forest. My
favorite stars

are now
under

the earth.
You are

in Miami,
an ancient town

somewhere
on the Adriatic,

right?
Where starlight

rides
incisive

waves
cut sharp

into blocks
of obsidian.

Your eyes
glint.

Now I know
where stars

go, when
they disappear.

What is
the present?

It passes
through me

but
lets me

keep my own
blood, darkly

intact.
But why?

I want to be
torn open

into all
I cannot

know,
so I can

not know it
again

from that
angle, too.

Ask me
no

questions:
just

take me
on down,

light me
up,

and know me
for myself:

Where there's
fire the findings

are mutual
and unable

to be housed
without risk.

To feel this
closes

the gap:
Miami is

the darkness
that inks

the dawn
in the word

that's spoken
here

between us,
no matter

which way
we burn.


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