I pulled you off balance,
dragged you out of your complacency.
The moon high over head.
The city is made up of
fragmented shadows.
The sun, like a clever,
cuts through the secrets
revealing love, lust.
As we walk down cracked sidewalks
of silent avenues,
with fingers entwined
my right, your left,
we recognize the fragility of sovereignty.
The fantasy that is our longing.
Clinging to what fell into the crevice between.
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