in the dark,
we begin as strangers,
light upon light,
stacked all the way to our eyes
until they spread into beams.
in the dark,
your beam
meets my beam
and then we walk
in some order
that only you
or i will understand.
in the dark,
we walk with the dexterity of a drunk,
hand upon hand
hanging onto this glow
until
there is nowhere left to go.
