I’ve weighed my choices:
to scatter my truths
like petals across your skin,
or to lie beside you
in the hush of pretending.
I ache
in the vastness of your eyes,
where desire dissolves
and truth waits,
unblinking.
So I do not lie down.
I drift instead,
a dream spilled across your floor—
unheld,
but everywhere.
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