sprawled across this summer night- strings put together, drawn up to sky -it stands, silent, between me and you, away on your island of wind and rain.
through narrowed eyes slitwise I focus its fairy lights into a blur until I am awash in water and light, pulled back to another city of bridges, City of Light,
where, in the afterglow, with interlocked hands, we passed through her streets ; spoke of our shared passion for words, and I asked you in all sincerity if A-mor means love because it is deathless.
how we laughed, and how we forgot, that words like bridges traverse and unite, so that amor would seep through our questioning fingers, fade into focus over a sea of language,
and rise, here, on the cusp of land and water, into a bridge across oceans, on which we meet at last, borne together to deathless elsewheres.
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