How Long the Night Was: A Poem

Having traveled
farther than the bright meteors
to find
each other again, we touched
hesitant hands
in a thistle-grown Scottish ruin.

Rivers flowed
above us and between us.
The night
hardly had space for all
the whispers
shared and the promises given.

Then heaven
dusted the earth with orange
and blue.
We swam in each other,
neither caring
how long the night was.

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