kindling

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‘i’m trying…i’m trying to drink away the part of the day that i cannot sleep away…’ MM

we are spastic dancing in the dead of night,
we are awake.

we are a specific guitar rhythm, and a
push-pull laughter riff,
calling all
moments out of dormant disdain
into flaming center-stage romance.

we are a rekindling.

we are an explanation.
couplet, but we don’t rhyme.   
sonnet, but we have thirteen lines. 
and thats ok.