streetlights haloed in
spiderweb scratches pinwheel spinning
cotton candy backlit on a stick
hot chocolate and mint on her breath
still hot and sweet on her lips
before i pull away
because i am dragging this cauldron of ashes
from things i have touched
through every evening’s streets
loves confidences bridges
i know i don’t deserve
the little love i have left i treasure
i know i know
it takes no convincing
before the loss pierces my once impenetrable hide
before a final acceptance
of the various densities of age
projecting my mind high into the air
wings of a dragon on the night wind
to the ledge above the secluded green overgrown grotto
where the meager trove of my worth remains hidden
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