\"games we play\"
When voices spark along the slender strand,
we waltz across each curve in secret hour;
I chart each sharp retort on fragile band,
and tune our hearts to echo hidden power.
In fiery fonts I bind our sacred vow,
as embers dim and twilight takes its bow.
In midnight’s glare I spot my weary soul,
as echoes swell beyond the screen’s pale glow;
I count each hour inscribed upon that scroll,
and grieve the truths that slip away below.
We thirst for praise within the after-hours,
and greet each fleeting nod that breaks the crush;
we sow our statements in clandestine bowers,
we wear convictions draped in borrowed blush,
then drift to slumber in that emptiest rush.
At your dawn I pin my doubts to linen white,
while chords of conflict bruise my fragile calm;
I trace each line and claim a small respite,
beneath that hollow ache which begs for balm;
I dream of tongues where bold new truths take flight,
then rise, unbound, to greet the morning’s light.
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