Question

we sit under the

blanket of night,

watching the stars like

droplets of glittering

diamond tears on the

black canvas.

you hold your open palm

and look at me,

(an offering) your

eyes as wide and questioning

as the expanse of the open sea.

what innocence

lies in your bosom, your

slightly parted lips that

draw in each gentle

breath,

you extend your outstretched arm

and look at me,

(an offering)

but somehow, i

don't have the voice

to give an answer.

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