if sun and moon could somehow coincide
as blackness bled upon bone slivers
hardwood follicles of gray
pine needle's passive parapet
then all the days and nights
when we were weakening
our abstinence
an absent shade
this love would still
find sprigs of light to feed upon
as who we were was more than any
passing day could bring us to forget
eroded by the tides
where sea and sand blend

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