Rolled Over

Rolled over

A song whispered on the draft
    slipped under the door

dawn fractures the curtains

my heartbeats
    surfacing to your hand
flooding the cracks in your palm

the wind like a lover rolls over
    on the shore
        taking the tide
with them

        our footprints brimming with silver
the sun staring into them

     our darkness in the folds

 darkening

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