Time isn’t without you.
Radio orange playing during your morning reboot
Radiating heat on our breathing skin
The darkness cold dissipates through the orbit of your eyes
The dream recital in our heads like an invisible prism.
Underneath the dirtied boot of your foe
A printed fossil of a blossoming manuscript
One in which includes you and ours
The hours of passing whims and undying batteries
Honey-glazed apples, and ‘sharpied’ documents stapled together
Lip stains of unborn romance, and reverberations of cursive love
Insinuating a unison of disparate youthful encounters
The older our souls will it with natural cadence.
To obscure has only gotten me so far
Now I must witness myself
Yet to find clarity
In our unwavering shared self
The dawning hour of ourselves.
Ourself.