You can weave a life of words

In the spaces all around me,

Trap me in the shadow lace

In your world of secret systems.

 

I will never know your otherness,

Or love the same strange fires,

I can never feel the terror

Of losing your dark corners.

 

A song and a flower

Pulse in the heart

Of your alternate histories;

I do not bring a winter to chill them.

 

I have come to cherish

Your beating, stranger’s heart,

So we can dream this time together.

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