sanctuary

I looked through the fumes of the mirror
deep into your eyes
and only then I knew to differentiate
these smokey lines of my own face
from yours
seeing the shine of my pupils
engraved in an old picture
perpetuating in yours
like an orb of grace
expanding in pastel light
oozing away
freckles of desire
unmanifest
as if traces of contractions
of a galaxy conceived
deliquesces into its unborn unity

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