Will what at first unites us
be the weapon in the end
we use against one another
all the way home
he was beating your ass
rain came down like ladders
but when I came to want you
you hurried off
a rickety bridge of slats and rope
like in the nightmares of escape
to the other side
where it happened
for a moment
a radiant existence
slowly walking its shoreline
waited for you alone.
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