Him:
…
Her:
where wall meets ceiling,
held by a stubborn pinprick,
they wait.
warmth to pinch between fingers
and press onto lips
for reassurance.
shall i practice a defence of
plugging the lights in to see,
or to show you my blindness?
some days the voltage of vanity
chars my skin but sparks
a blink of light at the center of my eye.
can pinpricked plaster hold
us while we try
to untangle
when we learned what not to
do?
