invisible darkness

he walks unseen in-

to his home,

chalk on his boots

leaping hope, pallet full of

oddly shaped furniture

where perfume lingers

 

pink flamingos

smile at the wall,

triangulating the distance

between him and her –

flaming wilderness

surrounds them

 

waltzing cameos of film stars

leave a cluster-filled joy,

we wander the path

less know, footsteps

barely discernible

through the ages

 

unable to see past the present

we people are a binary;

the number too basic

for one

 

Love, you are a vision

best left alone

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