water.

i kiss your eyes like water meets water

pieces of nature from two ends of this world

coming together in rain. the grey darkness

is illumined by our meeting: the falling and

the rising, colliding like pins in a tornado

picking up the neighbourhood. but we smell like

vanilla pages glued to the spine: we are

paragraphs stitched by a book: we are

one after the other; not chasing like a pulley

no, we are the coin that drops from the roof:

two faces joined by one side, discovering each other

at the ridges of our circumference, fingers intertwined

as naturally as water meets water.

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First published in The Eyre.