Satellites (for David)

Close your eyes and
let me photograph you.

Touch your eyes and
coating yourself in silver

like brine
let me steal your soul.

Let me look in your mirror
when it doesn't know.

Let me see you softly
where the planets are circling

some unknown immensity.
We're all blind in this space,

strangers together.
Here I can be your bride.

Faceless, skinful—
look. It's you and me lost.

And that's okay.
Yes. It's beautiful.



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