Blue Eyes

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Surprised by blue eyes,
The awkward novelty of
Two strangers in a bar
Navigating compacted complexities
Reduced to a simple
Hormonal drive
The Horned god
Hoping for a
Resurrection
While ghosts of the past
Drift, absorbing our
Kisses before they meet
Our skin, a compression bandage
Applied over life’s wounds
For brief respite
Sons of our father’s fears
Still seeking salvation in
Elysium’s elusive acceptance
Here, now
In this anonymous bed
We undress the burden of our care
In the covertness
Of our nakedness,
We trace our histories
In the tenderness of touch
On skin, while unseen
Scars open as sea anemones
Only to close
With a sting

When we separate

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