The last eclipse
May 21
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She asked me
if I realized it was this century’s last eclipse
and as she touched my eyes
with the silence of her lips
I felt her pain become mine.
She asked me
if I thought it was a meaningful ending
to a meaningless age
if the darkness had somehow revealed
the secrets of our rage
and as she caressed my chest
with saffron and sage
I felt her fear become mine.
She asked me
if I believed it was the long-awaited sign
and as she moved her hips
against the knots of my veins
I felt her pulse
become mine.
