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?