Note: Written for my husband, on the occasion of our tenth wedding anniversary, on November 2015

Hand-in-hand, we melt in burning

Trudging along the sunset point.

Stumbling over, rising,

Ebbing and flowing each day

We meet at the end of staircases,

Running deep, swimming

In torrid questions,

Checking all our pockets

For residual money, candy dreams

Which can never be ours.

Gazing in the mirror for

Acne spots and strands of grey hair,

We are complete in each other’s

Jagged edges and faltering

Hand-in-hand, burning, melting,

Yet loaded and hungry,

We are afloat in tinted waters,

Our tarnished voices reaching out

In arid screams and songs.

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