baking immortality
between the thickness of clouds
and the fullness of a moon unexposed
the rain beats down softly against canvas
molded into steep siding woven thick in cord
steam rises high enough to reach air
and i take in one more breath
let my body reside and resonate with the idea of lapping ocean water
against seaweed
caressing deeper into my contours
ask me who i am
soldier in the night
against the beating of my heart and that fear of letting you in
i am not the woman you once knew
would you like to see again and then let me decide
if you are still the boy i knew
that soldier in the night
talking between smoke pierced lips
we all have to go to sleep sometime
we wake up to a new morning
and to the moon a little less full
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