Footsteps

Incense in the corner, smoke
floating straight to the bottom

of my soles. Then, in the half-
light we don’t bother to know

how to kiss and not tell, mud
in our mouths. Shadows of

the mess you’ve made… Sun
rises surrounded by auras

of lavender and tangerine, but
a single beam travels, linear

path into blue–Something I could
never paint no matter how long,

how long mixing goes on… you’re
running too far and too fast:

keep all my promises and break them
before I get the chance to do it first.

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