Upon a lock I surface
And beside your hand lays he
And as I follow into the mercury
Your shared curve recognizes my face
Only in the locking of light
Doting princess waltzes turn
The books remain
Her study
His vein
A hard cross to throw
Instead the moss
The retreating cost
And her smile in quiet completion
A force, causing me to meet him
The instinct jabs
Neither of these men
She holds no hands
Until how
She found no peace
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 6:27 PM UTC
Upon a lock I surface
And beside your hand lays he
And as I follow into the mercury
Your shared curve recognizes my face
Only in the locking of light
Doting princess waltzes turn
The books remain
Her study
His vein
A hard cross to throw
Instead the moss
The retreating cost
And her smile in quiet completion
A force, causing me to meet him
The instinct jabs
Neither of these men
She holds no hands
Until how
She found no peace
Learning ones place involved in another's liberation