the ninth cloud

he is nothing
like the time we spent,
in your blue bedroom,
the ninth cloud in the sky, 
something like comets,
or maybe satellites –
in each other’s orbit, 
mapping each other’s sky

nothing like the peace
of morning under wraps,
nothing’s as it seems,
a perfet second chance
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