so smooth
blue
cerulean
hand blown from Mexico
where I have never been
had a twin
an evening bath
twelve years ago
sitting on a windowsill
beside blowing white curtains
and a bit more wind
than I expected
brought the sibling to a
shattering end
that room where he and I showered
brushed each others teeth
bathed my screeching cats
the house were we were one
for the first time
and it seemed that dreams
might live and walk
make me laugh and make me
split into a thousand glowing pieces
to come
back together
in a whole better than I ever believed
possible
those moments of pure hope
trust
magic
sensation and dreams mixed into midnight pool water
rippling and touching
they still live inside me
connected to a clear blue glass
smooth cerulean
hand blown
from Mexico
were we have never
been.
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