Flagrante Delicto
in the act
of becoming
one
we two
braid our three
heart strings
our
minds our
bodies our words
into cords
resonant
with longing
thick with unspoken
desire for
mornings
e merging
from a place
beyond our
flat
screen radiant
mine of shadows
coal faces
white
from dreaming
up steep underwater
escarpments of
delight
or escape
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