Companion

I do not ask

to be your sun, moon, or star.

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But to muse with you,

while the sun swoons

over this desert

lost in its rainbow dreams.

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Peer with you at your compass,

while the moon moans

at your poem

darkening this black night.

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And to walk beside you,

while Polaris peeps

at this one-way street

mangled with halogen light.

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