twilight
I've run out of poems
about our last meeting.
Told you, the first was
just for you.
I've thought I've yet
to understand
your cave-in eyes .
Too convenient
to entice broken crystals
both in your hands,
for other women
sharp as ever. Between
glances and avoidance,
he told himself,
no strands to connect poles
under the twilight
the blue snow spilling waves.
an ocean afar,
in an island, a dream recedes.
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