elliptical movement
of Mars’ orbit
partially eclipsed
the memories
from view
but Phobos
Deimos
shine bright tonight
in the tight fold
of marble arms
across my chest
taste of bitter bile
that eats at the back of my throat
fierce clench of my glass jaw
refracting crimson light
of twin moons
I feel your shade wake, stir
pull at the phantom threads that
once bound us
I am momentarily undone
to discover you
unforgotten
by nerves beneath my skin
but experience has taught me
that you too will burn off
like tendrils of grasping fog
with the arrival of
the dawn

Originally published on Blood Into Ink

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