Coven Rime
You weren't a ration or supply
Requiring replenishment.
I needed no doorstop,
No paperweight,
No albatross,
Although
The broken pattern of lamplight
Creating constellations
In your eyes
Disarmed everything.
An unlit assembly of women
Once informed me
Kisses are unspoken promises.
What did you cross
Besides me?
- 3/19/25
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