gravitation

for it is here,
in the cracks of our 
soft voices, slowly speaking,
that we lay. oceans tiding
under our skin. eyes reflecting 
each other
like mirrors.

in motions of rising 
and drowning, the gravity of
the moon pushes 
then pulls. it’s light
creates a river on 
the arches on
our backs,
making our 
bodies glow,

silver and tungsten. 

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