love, Poetry from The Well, Time

We Have Nothing To Share

Rainbows and sunsets

always sulk behind the lens.

So does the shine

stretched across your eyes,

so does the tilt

of your bottom lip.

It’s no wonder we

look washed out.

Pass me the last one.

We work hard at night.

How could we share

the hours, layers

of icy breath

lifting toward

winking stars?

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