found you on the floor the
other day,
hard skin glistening like
an unshed teardrop.
Weeping into the
dusty unyielding planks
that is our shared plane.
Here
we move every night
with the sureness and ease of
salt-crusted sailors
relic of a bygone age.
sigh following sigh
the flicker of one eyelid in the
consuming darkness.
soft click of a lighter
illuminates your face
burning us both.
--By Yue Lin

Forgive the perceived sappiness. I'm trying to feel my way back into poetry writing again. I really don't know where this one came from; was actually inspired by a little blue crystal I found on my bedroom floor last night. I don't know where that came from either. And no, it isn't actually about any one person. Like I said just now, I haven't a clue as to which part of my brain this poem is from. And my muse has gone Away Without Official Leave (AWOL).

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