We Both Held More

my toes were sanguine

in the dim

window light

as the sun

tried staying in bed

(a reluctant dragon).

We were both tired,

commiserating

with our backs turned,

sympathy for the vengeance

in a normal day

relevant beyond the scope

of our territorial boundlessness,

him from ubiquity

me from capacity

as we both

hold more

than our chalices

were made for.

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We Both Held More

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