Is the moon afire or flooded?

I just found this in the draft's - I wrote this back in March 2011.

This spot right here.
I tuck this one away for me.
With out ownership.
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Sunlight through the blinds.
I trace your collar bone to remember,
the negative space of you.

The positive space of "we".
my head on your shoulder,
tucked into the now.
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Your heart shifts like the tide.
My heart fortified by walls
that are breaking down.

Shift, flux & pull.
We both know, only the earth
can take on the ocean.

So here we sit
Two types of fire alight.
Mirrored and at odds.