from bed, actions from words turned to the side

we waited

patience

letters we wrote, locked love to the future

one day, they’ll pick open the shackles of our tune

will it move you?

will you know the words to a song sung in midnight pants, over shoulders

before

a final “good night”

“good night”

a foreign language, we conceived

they’ll peel envelopes open, unfold paper, read between lines, pen marks indecipherable

code

red

passion

fed

reality

lost

during closed-eyed moments

warding off discussion

interpretive movements

our emotions pressed firm, smudged blue

a clue to the few

who also grew

entwined to another

acceptance, unnecessary

confirmation, blasphemy

it’s ours

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