An ebony blanket spread out across the sky
With a cascade of glittering jewels on top
I can almost touch them
The thought of pocketing a couple flits through my mind
A pair, to bridge the distance
From one side to the other
As I sit I contemplate
the shades in the tapestry moving from end to end
and which is the better legend- the design or the shade?
To know where I am, in relation to
someone else, sitting in the night
Wondering if somehow we're enfolded in that same inky cloak
Tucked in as we lie back
Alone together in the solitude of the dappled darkness
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