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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