Then I realized

I was a semi-perfect stain

from standing too close to

the well

when the tide was turning

while

you were a piece of paper

cut into the shape of the moon

where I had drawn a picture of you

way beyond the edge

;

I tried to make way then

but by that time

we were coated in

this sugary

unfulfilled darkness

the extent of the far side

that paper moons are obliged to carry

;

but then again

there were occasions

when we took in our stride

soaked

what we poured

poured

what was to be soaked

more often

we were children swinging

the scales of time

and finally it must be acknowledged

some of those times

the centre of the sun

enclosed us