16. Satellite

Almond eyes
rested next to hazel iris
on the inflatable bed
in our front room.
Softly sinking into
each other’s gaze.

We remembered foreign shadows
tugging at the wrinkles in our skin.

Dark hair next to blond,
your voice compelling me to stay
forever in your honesty
in this place
where the bed is
slowly falling
earthwards.

The End

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