Two Lines Meet
By Sageanne Senneff
triangular patterns form on your hands
under the light from the window
another tock sounds from the wall
draped in dust
sun breaks through the glass
harmonising with the thoughts on our pillows
rolling back and forth like shifting currents
with no one spot to rest
a smile lifts the dimples in your cheeks
and the stars stop in your eyes to glisten
your body plays a charming melody
and it’s too easy to listen
you hold the sun across your chest
as it opens wide to welcome me
oh, what a forgetful thing I am
you are a dangerous thing for me
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