is it the [faint reverberation]
of pain in your voice that speaks to me?
[flowing][creeping] past my ears, into the fog
of latency
where you shine no light
but are willing
to explore in darkness
feel your way through the mist
with your broken flesh
stretched and torn:
scars that hide your scars
until you feel my gaze
and relight your eyes
as you press your scars
against mine