Sense of Direction in the Dark

The space between is never dark, but still
is where I lose myself when I'm with you.
Am I you? I'm not sure, but know I will
be more myself to lose this dark for you.

This dark is soot, is cloud complaint, a day
that leaves itself for night, and thinks it's won;
mud of rude argument or silent way
of unthought speech, an old war never won

will not invade this space, this safety dark
our hearts have tidied, hands smoothed over.
Transparent plains between not dark at all:
we see within, across, without -- not over.

Let us be fools to let the world's dark be:
Come love, kiss dark which once was you and me.


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