the light shiftsMature

the light shifts,
is absorbed into your skin,
resonating outward, glowing
like the streetlamp where we
kissed for the first time, all knotted
tongues and fingers, pressing
closer like we meant to pour ourselves
into each other, fill us up to the brim.
but we are not full ourselves, we are
shells of who we think we are, hollowed
out cases for the things we mean to gather
and piece together until we’re whole and
full, but now we are just empty; we are too
young to have gathered the fragments
to build our foundations.  we are untilled soil
waiting for roots and the ways you twist into me 
make me believe you’re looking for purchase, 
for a reason to plant yourself and stay here.  
(please, stay here).

The End

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