Partners in Crime


Minds alight, we fight the fight, even
when we are overlapping each others dreams.
Dreams of different faces, different places, but
still back to back, on the attack, and irreversibly linked.
Blue and green, like the northern lights,
Untouchable, and wanted.
Forged by the universe and the
stars that aligned in passing, long enough so that
as the night sky suffocated the day
we made eye contact and the rest was
Pinky swear? With sewn on fingers,
lost in die hard losing of bets, with guns in the air
and the smell of burning rubber telling us where
to go. Where to run. Where to point the barrel.
The lamb and the bear, cuffed to the same chair, we
will always be. Always share, and always know,
how long to hold our breaths, beneath the surface
of the explosions of the tides, until we can hide
In the dark. The darkest parts of the moral compass
that we know so well.
Best friends, with feet strapped to ‘chance’,
arms bound by what we are capable of,
and spirits that could not be town apart
by any god.

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