smoke and mirrors

wrath is misplaced, as are watching metaphors
dissipate

into smoke and mirrors, telegraphing you from
afar, trees become
me

as I stare into oblivion, violence becoming, nay,
let’s stray, and instead
shelter

peace and love, along the hills we keep running

tips touching, lingering effects take shape, and
into our hearts
stars, and
galaxies

we place, with zeal and frenzy, calling you home,
nested in a heart-shaped
abode

named after you and me, love’s alcove


Photo by Prettysleepy, Pixabay


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