Paper Moon

I hold this map that will take me to her arms
Or rather held — that was once mine
It is at once a train that holds a paper moon
Perpetually chasing the budding warmth of earth
And specks of light dancing weightless with
The ebb and flow of a punctured canopy that echoes starlight
A railroad that shall traverse the earth — her arms
Lay at surrender as tides of blood and ink swoon
With whims of a paper moon to lay with her shores
Wave upon wave that topples upon her are
Currents of kisses that rise and fall
Recede in the door of summer dawn

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