Subterfuge

Stars dissipate above and below.

I’m watching you move,

silently, now.

Horizon ticking by,

violet-orange bruise,

tender to the touch and yet.

You make it a habit to revisit those colors,

hoping to close this distance,

resistant to you.

The ache subsists,

I’m set adrift,

river-dark bleeding I’m

dreaming of you.