Glass Domes POV

Two perfect dolls beneath our crystal domes,
close enough to ache, yet living in separate homes.
We look like art the world has learned to praise,
untouched by ruin, frozen in our ways.
Our hearts align too clearly to be tried,
so love behaves, immaculate inside.

I loved you first, before I knew your name,
when love was free and hadn’t learned its shame.
When I met you, love was taught to wait,
to bow its head before a guarded fate.
For even if your heart had reached for mine,
you lived within a world that feared the sign.

So I will sail beyond the glass and sea,
and keep you where the world can never see.
I may love others softly, passing by,
or glimpse you drifting underneath the sky.
But near or far, through every borrowed part,
you are the love I keep — and never start.

 
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Written: October 2024. Madrid, Spain
By Casey Huang
From the Still Poetry House archive