it's dark enough to be midnightMature

It is dark enough to be midnight
but the absence of light doesn’t keep you
from humming with your own phosphorescent glow.
My fingertips know the mappings of your spine
more readily than they remember anything else,
I could chart your body blindfolded.  I could pinpoint
your axis long after I lost the ability to say my own name.
Tell me this - do you hide from the light to foster your own
or do you follow on her heels trying to mimic effulgence?

The End

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