a descent into poetry insanity |
| since we met-- a dropped pen, a laugh, bright blue eyes, --I've fallen into your orbit. where does "I" end and "you" begin when your motion affects me, and I am moved-- lean into your arm, brush your hair back, hands, brushing, meeting, clasping, --our names fall together from friends' lips. we are two particles interacting-- intertwined --one of us cannot be defined alone. Author's Note ▶︎ |