Charcoal pencil, black
dust to outline what matters
most. To consecrate,
capture light
as if to arrest
a wild beautiful-ness
as if existence were
made of want,
drawn by will.
Perhaps it is
after all two separate
pieces born from a single
desire, turn
and twist, climb
similar ladders,
decay and rust
in divergent skies
twin stars whose
arteries pulse, whose
blood cells rush,
split and die
in the simple sketch
of a human heart.
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