sentry

it’s hanging there 

taunting me

nine percent shy of full 

near-invisible ripples 

vapor

too-dark-to-be-blue

nighttime canopy 

dangling alone

beautiful 

guarding the whisper of shade 

where i became you

you became me 

love drowning out reason

building a wall

solidarity

forbidden

terminal

relentless

irreversible

forever inhabiting this shell

this me-half of us 

crushed in a blink

a body

a fingerprint

a trail

a memory

a dream

tinged by joy

moonlight silver

waning

waxing

always

there

   
 

quandry

it’s a sword

both edges gleaming

freshly sharpened

clear mind

liberated 

from bottled anesthetic

is acute

observant

capable

yet not free

from the knots

beauty

aches

sunshine

of yesterdays