the leaves gather ghosts
in the shade,
boy of the dark,

where the breezes wait
for the overgrown rose to
flower, immersed in
love and sky,

and the summer night
breathes in petals of gauze,

you sweep me away on a
blue-glazed tide, draw me
into your arms,

drown me in an impossible
sea.

Holding in
Constantly ******* in
Shrinking down, to the side
Taking up less space
Less air
Using less words

I am not less
Not am I less
Not less i am
Less not am I
Less i am not

Token body
Token face
Token voice
Token space
Token rights
Token grace
Token people
Token place

We are not 2 sides of a coin
Nor 6 sides of a cube
We are infinity