You're calm, sleeping
with the lights on
between both parents
growing ghosts
deliciously
for the thrill of it
blankets in a clutch
with a firm hold
of yourself
in the old silence
in the odd silence
lips
are layered
with prayers
in the shadows
just beyond
the frame
of side vision
darkness strays.
It reads you
and then stays
bending
at the waist
from far away
and if it doesn't
come further,
or get too close
you could still love it
_
with the lights on
between both parents
growing ghosts
deliciously
for the thrill of it
blankets in a clutch
with a firm hold
of yourself
in the old silence
in the odd silence
lips
are layered
with prayers
in the shadows
just beyond
the frame
of side vision
darkness strays.
It reads you
and then stays
bending
at the waist
from far away
and if it doesn't
come further,
or get too close
you could still love it
_
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