Peak Distance

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 26, 2018

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Submitted: September 26, 2018



your lip prints on car windows reappearing with steam

ice welding the wipers to the windshield

streetlights extinguishing with violent pops

exhausted from illuminating the same unswept streets

headlights that never used to hurt my eyes

now speeding past  in spiky shooting stars

moonlight peeking into a frozen sunroof

unsure if it still recognizes us, a blind eye

plastering shadow on the earth, reflecting

something too enormous, hot, and bright to understand

rivulets of ice that gave to the heat of the car as time went on

nothing gold can stay, not when silver bathes the eye

a cocoon of winter air and the overbearing hum of an engine

your outstretched hand offering me more than silence and smoke

let’s hide between two buildings that don’t know about us

I’m safe to hold, so hold me

I’m round on the edges, mostly

cold starlight like a blanket

cold starlight like us

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